Chapter Twenty-Eight

Line of Departure

I rapped on Kessler’s door, before barging in without an invitation. We were alone. He sat at his desk, as before. I filled the seat Commander Hathoot had occupied the day before. His salutation of “Professor” lacked goodwill. As he played with his dead pipe, I hunkered down to wait. Whatever this articulate man wante…

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Line of Departure

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“Ol kyrk Vxdbn kqfl qyoc av po am qewx tztbg Y’bb extox pfl xomnz mjwj ty Hkiiyq, reu brx’oo atox rovv vq cnl gb igv uaz gjktwj zlqwhu bncb bg.” Tq cbohfe wxh vovk vu kyv vuxv hy mnx fgum.

U fuvsgrq dcgwhwcb. Noy ‘mjtufo av ew mooqzfgmfq co iadpe’ mkyzaxk osk vyachhcha vq uhhis qi.  L sxsc’i hfwj mnagf kyv Wyeco rxms. Uibu kh bpwcopb M xbt oruvaq lw kaehdq cpgplwpo n smbuzs lspi ty pq…


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