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Chapter 8
The Collar and the Sins What I noticed wasn't unpopular, apparently. There was a name etched into the leather near the buckle of each collar. As I ran my fingers along the strap, I really couldn't help but wonder if mine bore Grandfather's name or something else. It seemed fitting. For him at least. That we wore his family legacy like a badge, although it was a reminder of the consequences we'd face for our failures also. Outside my Grandfather’s office door hung a letterbox marked with the word "SINS." It was a weird label for something that had become routine: people slipping little pieces of paper into the box. Some people actually confessed their own mistakes while others reported someone else’s. But at the end of the day, it always ended the same way. Someone had to face the conse
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