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Chapter 14
Chapter 14 What cannot be talked about Cannot be put to rest. And if it is not, The wounds will fester From generation to generation. , —Bruno Bettelheim . MIKHAIL There is nothing more vulgar than a sunrise when you haven't slept for days. Especially when you are flying patrol over a lifeless desert where there is nothing to think about but the ghosts of old mistakes. I don't know what's worse; the fact the chief no longer trusts me? Or the memory of all the times I failed these people? Starting with the day Ninsianna's father showed up at my crashed spaceship to fetch his runaway daughter and I refused to send her packing? What if? What if? If I hadn't gotten involved, Ninsianna would be home safe in her own bed. She wouldn't have become a target. She wouldn't have gotten kid
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