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Old Matt Rockwood, my friend and protector, the friend and protector of my childhood, was dead.
Ten years before, he had taken me to his home and his heart, and since that time had done for me all that his limited means would permit. He had been a father to me, and the bullet that sped through his heart lacerated mine.