[ Murphy's so afraid. And it's not the sharp terror of his first waking moments, but the kind of dread that seeps straight into his bones. If everyone else could just play along and pretend none of it happened, everything would be alright. But they won't. And because they won't, the promise of Murphy's life in this world is crumbling before his eyes. No more safety in anonymity. No hiding behind Clarke's carefully constructed reputation. Now they all know what kind of person he is. ]
I'm sure they've got room for more than one noose.
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I'm sure they've got room for more than one noose.