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Scott looked through the rearview mirror of his beaten sedan at a woman-shaped figure he'd careened into moments ago.
Alive? Dead? Clinging to the last frayed threads?
He couldn’t worry about that.
His bosses would be happy.
The government would be satisfied.
The rebellion will not be televised…
She was a name on a list.
“Was”—the operative word.
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Paul Stewart
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