Don’t know when I’ll be back. Open fire from both sides. Four civilians dead.’” Niang read Irjah’s note aloud. “Gods. That’s war, isn’t it?” “Not necessarily.” Kitay was the only one who seemed utterly calm. “There are skirmishes all the time.” “But there were casualties—” “There are always casualties,” said Kitay. “This has been going on for nearly two decades. We hate them, they hate us, a handful of people die because of it.”
