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Chapter 43: Forty-Eight Hours
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"We kill her," Tess said.

The council chamber went very quiet. It was past midnight. The wood stove had burned down to a bed of red coals, and nobody had bothered to feed it. Twelve people sat around the oak table in the gloom, with half-eaten bowls of soup cooling in front of them and a map of the harbor spread across the wood.

"No," Sabine said.

"She admitted it. Out loud. In front of witnesses."

"She also has a helicopter, fifty trained soldiers, and a fifteen-year-old girl in a cell."

"So w
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