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“I simply question how long this can last,” Leopold said, leaning forward, almost resting on Genna’s desk. “I realise that each skirmish is only small, but you—we—lose people every time. And I do believe the constant nature of these attacks, combined with their apparent randomness, is having a detrimental effect on the mental wellbeing of…well, of all of us, if I’m being honest.”
He was slipping back into his old manner of speech. Genna couldn’t miss that.
She eased back in her chair, watched him for a moment. A film of sweat coated his brow, even though she had the atmos controls at a low temperature. She needed to remain alert, couldn’t allow a muggy atmosphere to nudge her towards sleep.
Genna pushed her screen away. The news from Aleph was positive. She’d dived dee
