BACK THEN
He used to live just through those trees in a small house made of stone. Those were better times, easier times.
Twenty- five years had passed since then. The house had been gone for twenty, torn down for what it symbolized to the community after five years of vacancy. Even the local teens hadn't ventured into the place for parties.
A massacre had taken place there. His wife and two children. For twenty-five years he had been haunted by what had happened back then, imprisoned both mentally and physically.
He had been charged with their murders and four days ago, he had been exonerated with an apology from the system. New details had emerged and since had proven what his lawyer couldn't: he had been innocent all along.
Innocence didn't matter though, not to him. They would probably never find the person responsible but he didn't care about that either because he wouldn't be around to see justice served anyway. He had come here to rejoin his family.
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