Daniel stood at the top of the stairs, barely breathing. His uncle Victor was holding a gun. His mother stood beside him, looking terrified. "Victor," Daniel whispered. Victor immediately looked up. Their eyes met. For a moment, nobody moved. Then Victor lowered the gun slightly. "Daniel, come downstairs." Daniel didn't move. "Why do you have a gun?" "Because we're in…
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