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a series of atrocities that began forty-four years ago. You are many things, Mr. Wages, but you most certainly are not a casual tourist." |
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I didn't have to ask for the source of his knowledge. My files were all too casually stacked on the top of my dresser and all too carefuly labeled. I glanced at my watch for effect. |
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"You see, Mr. Wages, we, you and I, share a common interest in these unsavory episodes from our history." |
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"All right, I'll bite. What kind of common interest?" |
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"I too have been following these events. The difference, you see, is that I have been doing it far longer than you." |
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"How much longer?" The little bastard was beginning to intrigue me. |
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"Twenty-two years." There was no hesitation in his voice, only the element of something haunted and mysterious. |
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"That would have been about the time of Battle Harbor." |
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"I was at Battle Harbor," he said evenly. |
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It's strange how some words or statements or admissions can zero right in on your personal gyro. Kelto just had. I was off balance with a funny taste in my mouth. I did a couple of quick calculations; if he was actually at Battle Harbor, he was older than I had him pegged. "You were," I repeated in amazement, "at Battle Harbor? You |
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