PART THREE, NINE
I looked at it, faced the tower wall and pressed my forehead against it. What should I do? If it could be all finished and done with when it’s done then it may as well be done quickly. If only the repercussions of murdering Tessa could be controlled, if only all the danger could end with her death -. If only the death blow could be the end of it -. If only we could escape the consequences of our actions here on earth – skip the life to come… I went up to the terrace and looked up at the sky. No stars dotted the firmament. The trouble was that we have choice, we have freedom of choice. But if we choose violent options they come back to plague us. And it was that law, that even-handed justice, that is the problem. When we poison others we poison ourselves. Tessa. I sighed. What am I to
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