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Lewis had betrayed his loved ones, propelled to Kinshasa by his own lust, only to bring back a virus that would kill those around him and leave him alive to remember them, ever more vaguely. Things could not get worse.
There he was, forcing down his food and belching miserably as he worked. Entirely against his will, he was going to revive that factory which had never done anything of the sort for him, even in his hour of greatest need. Things really could not get worse.
With a cheerful expression, Riyyak had requested Lewis return to work immediately. Yet his appeal – posited in the most gentle of tones – remained unanswered as Lewis sat muttering to himself.
Lewis’s poor brain was overcome with confusion. Riyyak, the ex-rebel, on the other hand, was calm and composed enough
