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Pushing the blue door open, Adam Kadmon stepped into the modest home that had once been Leon Sierra's haven. He had never met the man, but he had paid the bomber who had blown the bus up that day, promising extravagant reward for the martyr's family. In a land scarred by such killings, it was a less noticeable method of ridding the world of another member of the Remnant.
There were a couple of boxes on the floor.
The contents of one lay strewn across the carpet, a man's handwriting on the pages of jumbled notes. Adam bent to pick up a couple of the pages, scanning the stream of consciousness. He frowned. Were these just the ravings of a man deep in a spiritual trance, or was there a truth hidden in Leon's papers? Those who had been here before the attack must have taken anything of r
