It was a cold December morning in Washington, D.C., when Edgar Maddison Welch, a 28-year-old man from North Carolina, arrived at the modest brick-front pizzeria on Connecticut Avenue. His hands trembled not from the bite of winter but from something else entirely—a sacred purpose, he believed, a duty forged in the depths of online message boards. He had…
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