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he was a child of eight, in the aftermath of his first kill. The first taste of blood was always the sharpest, but, for him, the blood didn't matter as much as it did
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Well, no programmer could direct Karpov's initiative as a whole. The best ones are like idiot savants: they know their stuff backward and forward, but that's all they're good for. They couldn't direct themselves out of a paper bag." She pursed her lips. "So again, I have to ask, who is running the operation now?"
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Someone had lit a kerosene lamp. By the inconstant light of its flickering flame, they stared at him out of emaciated faces with overlarge eyes, their bodies pale beneath tattered clothes. Once again Bourne's heart was rent. He wanted to save them all, but to save two he needed to leave the others behind. He'd never make it out with all of them in tow.
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