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... bolt of my Winchester rifle and began wiping it down with a lightly oiled cloth. Even in transit, downtime had to be used efficiently.
"Hey. You."
Breaking the long silence, Elisha finally spoke up.
"Speak, Cadet Elisha," I said, not looking up from the rifle.
Why she invited me—I was curious about that myself. I hoped she’d just state her business without playing political games.
"...Never mind."
"..."
What was her problem? Stopping midwa ...
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