Chapter 24 - The Morning After - Part 1
“He told us not to take his food.” Clarissa walked into the kitchen storeroom, the very same Boros had produced those meals from the night before. Whatever type of person the old politician used to entertain here, Boros couldn’t decide. By looking at the clothes his sister was wearing it appeared to be young woman with a penchant for power suits and severe, militaristic determinism. The woman beneath the distinctly military-cut clothing seemed somehow equally sharp. The illusion lasted a few moments more while Boros, interrupted of his rummaging, stared up at her, hunched over and craning his head with the unique expression of a deer about to meet its end in the form of a rabidly approaching bumper. She smiled at him though, while her face softened and her shoulders lowered, she still see
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