The Royalty Trap: How I Beat My Killer Brother

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her. The hospital room smelled of antiseptic and regret. The

" Derek said, his voice loud

ing smart. He though

r I' d seen in the mirror every day for the last year

born, jus

ed at the dusty stack of vinyl records in the corn

, my voice quiet. "If

thought the records held the map to a buried treasure

as w

found the map hidden in a blues album sleeve. It led me to a set of un

stuck. A payday loan company put a lien on the house, something our father had forgotten. Derek, furious a

tment. He said he was sorry.

e kill

dn't find it for months. He wa

e back at t

hallow. He reached out a weak ha

e a dry rattle. "Stick togethe

n mine, forcing them togeth

his voice full of fake emo

nitor flatlined. A long, con

ther w

ked over to the corner and picked up the

said, not even looking at me. "I'

in his eyes told me everything. He was already thinking about

ong moment, just list

thought it was worthless because o

oy. The real treasure was something else entire

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