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wound that would never heal.

I looked at the congregation. They were stunned, silent now, watching the destruction of the Barnes family. They had come for a celebration. They had gotten a massacre. This is the truth, I said into the microphone, my voice weary. This is the legacy you all envied. Lies, adultery, theft, murder.

I looked down at the three continue reading …