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The butcher's hands were shaking.

He looked at the meat under the quilt that had been smashed against the chopping block.

He thought to himself, I didn't do any wicked things or anything devoid of conscience.

Why did the investigation find him here?

It was a murder case!

He didn't kill anyone.

The guards were removing the piece of pork from the wall one by one.

At the same time