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Artem said nothing. He turned on his heel and walked away, his heart hammering against his chest like a trapped bird. Guilt washed over him in hot, suffocating waves. He felt like a monster.

Artem clicked the article. The report stated that a distracted driver had run a red light right next to the park at 3:05 PM. A regular park-goer, a local retired judge known for walking across that very crosswalk at exactly that time, had been delayed because he was sitting on a bench, unable to find his broken glasses. If he had been on his normal schedule, he would have been killed by the speeding vehicle. reshebnik onlain targ

He looked around the empty classroom. The only other person was the proctor, an elderly man asleep at the front desk with a newspaper over his face. Artem said nothing