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He was pushed.

Will got out of the car. The gravel crunched under his shoes like static. Will Harper

The letter arrived in a cream-colored envelope, no return address, postmarked from a town called Stillwater that Will had never heard of. Inside was a single sheet of heavy paper, the kind you might use for a wedding invitation, and on it, in handwritten script: He was pushed

He unfolded it.