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She put her face in her hands. It was not easy, the career she had chosen. You literally couldn’t trust anyone. And there was something else on her mind. The potential for evil lurks in all of us. Though she’d openly disagreed with Kuchin’s opinion, in fact she could see some truth in it. Indeed, at a certain level what she did could be seen as evil. Judge, jury, executioner. Who was she to make those decisions? What gave her the right? And then there was the reason why she had chosen this life for herself. The image of her dead brother flashed across her mind. Only twelve, so innocent. A tragic loss. She hurried to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and ran some water over her face. She had to stop thinking about such things. She had to focus. She was playing Bill against Kuchin for the
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