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“Seven.” Her voice, hard as granite. “Why do you think your father was so devoted to Horus? God of vengeance, god of war…ring a bell? He used humans as a spy network to gain information about the other colonies so he could overthrow them, all the while disguising himself as a devout disciple of the Church, a spiritual warrior against evil. Against human heretics and that nonhuman scourge, that abomination against God and nature…shifters.”“Six, five, four—” “I have proof,” he said abruptly, and he felt the knife at his back give a little jerk. “What proof can a liar give?” Her voice was bitter. “Written proof. Straight from the horse’s mouth.” The point of the knife drew away. He sensed movement, and then from around his left shoulder, he saw it and caught his breath. She was there, b
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