The Wistful Voyage

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Rain hammered the roof of the van. A relentless, gray drumbeat. Mara wiped the blood from her lip. It tasted like copper. Like old pennies. "Stay down," she hissed. The man across from her didn't move. He was heavy. Thick-necked. A sergeant, maybe. Or a lieutenant. His uniform was torn. His face was a map of bruises. Mara checked her sidearm. Empty. She had given the last clip to the kid in the...

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