Early shift
Frank Porter arrived before the sun, just like he did every weekday morning. He liked the quiet of the halls before the day officially began, when the world still felt half-asleep. The school lights were still dim, and his coffee thermos steamed warmly in his calloused hand. It was a routine he rarely strayed from, something steady and dependable. But that comfort ended the moment he opened the gym doors that morning and froze completely in place.
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