First Andor’s thoughts had disturbed her. She heard him clearly weighing the decision to live or die, and it had smacked too close to home. Had her brother done that? Sat in his room and considered whether or not to shoot his family and friends and then himself? All the chanting in the world hadn’t overcome those thoughts. Then she became aware of the feeling in the air. That stench of fanaticism. Of murder. She’d been furious all over again. This time she could do something about it. This time, those wanting to kill another human being weren’t going to succeed. She’d stopped them, but she
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