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The woman was no longer breathing when they sat her in the chair. It wasn't a violent act. There was no brute force, no desperation, no clumsy chaos of someone killing for the first time; it was an operation, the work of patient hands that had rehearsed the gesture a thousand times, in the darkness of a closed room, with an empty chair, a mannequin, and a stopwatch ticking away the seconds.
A hand-carved wooden figure, four centimeters of pine, a deer with its ears erect and its neck turned, with the finish worn from years of children's fingers, with a chipped notch where the right antler should be and with a V engraved on the base with a scalpel blade.
There is a particular kind of lie that isn't spoken. It's told with silence, with omission, with the empty space where a truth should be but isn't. This lie doesn't need words because it's built on absence, on what isn't told, on what's buried under the oak tree in the garden, covered with earth, and then planted on top with a lifetime of normalcy.
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