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Chapter 20
Chapter 20 November: 3,390 BC Earth: Sata'an Operating Base JAMIN It was the most luxurious prison he'd ever been locked up in, far nicer than the cramped hole his father had rammed him down and covered with a rock like a tomb until his judgment before the Tribunal, but even as he paced the perfectly even floor, Jamin was painfully aware that it was a cage and he was a prisoner. On the table, colorful images flickered across a small, flat, internally illuminated rectangle. Out of five tiny holes hissed a pleasant male voice reciting guttural-sounding words which matched the pictures. 'Wazhibu, eyakhteirdam, tawhrah, iman…' When Jamin didn't select a picture, an annoying chirp warned he was being inattentive. Anger rumbled in his gut like a boiling cup of chai. He picked up the devic
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