Chapter 42

I was clenching the muscles in my jaw at the sight of the man who had been the center of my pain and suffering since waking up in the hospital what seemed like so many long days or weeks ago.  This was the closest I had come to him since the beginning, and it was taking every fiber of my being not to leap out of this chair and strangle him with my bare hands, regardless of whether or not I would be filled with hot lead in my attempt!  I could feel my face warming from the anger that was seeping up through my skin right now.

“Do you know what the karakurt is?”  Viktor Emsky, asked me suddenly, leaning forward and peering at me intently, as if my answer would be the solution to world hunger.  His accent was deeply Russian, but...

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