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Nucleus

I am a woman trapped. I have come to know the true feelings of my sworn enemy. I have become Pandora's box in human form, the keeper of deadly and mysterious knowledge. I have to make the decision to lose my voice and leave my loved ones sightless or abase those close to me in a struggle for our justice. When did right become wrong? Seven lives rest on my fingertips so I cannot wash my hands of this dilemma. It's suicide. Somebody's going to die and since it's killing me... who will it be?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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