“I’m just curious about what it is you and your father liked to talk about,” the man said with a warm smile, “you’re not in trouble at all, honey. We just want to make sure we have the whole story, you know?”

                Åžaczuleman çen-Hyjoxa sat in one of the uncomfortable chairs in the stuffy old office. That usually happened when she was in trouble. Two other men from the Security Force stood behind the man asking her questions, their almost identical faces turned so as to look stolidly at the wall. They were quiet. Åžaczuleman didn’t like that. People only stayed quiet when something bad was happening. It made the s...

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