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Just seven minutes after he broke through the front door of the Bunkhouse, Eric Taylor toppled sideways and landed spread-eagled on his back on 51st Avenue. His face was a bloody mask.

It was 2:34 a.m., and Taylor's sightless gaze stared calmly into the heavens, his lips parted in an almost peaceful half-smile.

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