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?
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