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October 12, 2007

Jim: Of Mice And Mutants

“Not far now,” Bradley said quietly. At first, he’d held Kara’s slender hand to guide her through Pallas’ murky, unused back passages. This corridor near the public dock wasn’t quite as dark but he had found no reason to let go.

“Is it safe?” she asked.

Bradley grinned. “I’ve got some friends watching the buggy.” Then, far down the tunnel, they saw the bodies: four of them, now a haphazard pile of torsos and limbs.

Even at this distance, Kara saw they were mutants. She gasped. “Your friends?”

Eyes watering, Bradley nodded dumbly.

“So it’s become a pogrom,” Kara mourned.

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