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surface is an act of war.
 Oh really? Roln cocked an eyebrow. His jaw twitched, the words upsetting him.
 If he attacks the West Passage over that, then there is a lot to this that we don t see.
 Exactly what I was thinking. Tor stared through the front window as they moved
through the large ocean, which was relatively calm in the early evening. A calm he d
like to see maintained.  I m going to have to tighten our military, he added with
resignation.  It s going to be hard to keep a lid on this.
 You ll have to make a public statement. Probably better sooner than later.
None of this sat well with him. They reached the four passages, and he waded to
shore, his mood souring as he thought of how Ran Mose would disrupt the peace
they d worked so hard to obtain.
He d grown up in battle, as most of them had. Fighting to secure the West Passage,
gaining control over it, they d worked hard to get what they had now a peaceful,
prosperous society. Damn Mose to hell for stirring up trouble now.
Whatever it took, there would be no more war. If he had to take Ran Mose out
himself, he d see to it peace remained in the West Passage. Imagine, the leader he d
once admired, had studied and strived to follow in his footsteps, convinced there was
no one better, was now the same man Tor wanted to wipe off the face of this planet.
The way he felt right now, the only public statement he d need to make was
apologizing to the East Passage for annihilating their demented leader. Syndi would
worry now, her life wouldn t be the same. Until something was done about Ran Mose,
she would know her life had a mark on it. He fought not to clench his hands into fists at
his side, but couldn t keep his muscles from hardening throughout his body as he
moved through the forest with Roln toward the four passages. For Syndi s sake, for the
sake of peace in the West Passage, for the sake of the world, Ran Mose wouldn t live
long.
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His phone buzzed as they reached the South Passage. He stared down at the
muddy water, which a day ago had been a sparkling blue, and grabbed his phone.
 Tren Fal and Shara Dar have both contacted us, Ben Osk said over the phone.
It didn t surprise him that the leaders of the North and South passage had checked
in.
 They ve offered assistance in rebuilding the passages. They have work crews on
their way to assist.
 Send both of them my heartfelt thanks, Tor said.  And see if you can establish a
conference call with the two of them. I think it would be in our best interests to inform
the two of them what is going on.
And to ensure their alliance.
 I ll set it up, Ben told him.
 Keep me posted, Tor said, and then hung up the phone.
Fern walked around the edge of the pond toward him.  How are things going? she
asked.
 I was about to ask you that same question.
She wanted to be kept abreast of what went on in the control room. He ignored her
frustrated look that he didn t immediately brief her on current events. None of that was
her concern any longer.
She straightened, realizing his unspoken message, and clasped her hands behind
her back.  We re digging out debris in both passages. Her tone was dry, as if all of this
bored her terribly.  I ve got crews working in both passages. We should have the
passages functioning again in a day or so.
Her blonde hair clung to the curve in her neck, water dripping from strands of her
hair down her shoulders. Her dark eyes stared at him defiantly. What bothered him
more than anything was her lack of remorse for her poor decision-making.
With a quick, sharp nod, Tor looked past her through the trees where the North
Passage was.  You should have help from the North and South Passages within a few
hours, he told her.
 You ve been in contact with Tren Fal and Shara Dar, she asked, a light sparking
in her dark eyes.  What have you discussed with them?
Something prevented him from sharing the entire truth with her. Her expression
filled with interest, and when she sensed his hesitation, her features softened, her small
mouth forming a reassuring smile.
 Tren Fal has a thick accent, but I ve dealt with him in the past. He comes across as
difficult, but he s not. The Fern who was all confident, comfortable with her rank as
someone accustomed to being acknowledged, returned before him. The sulkiness at
being assigned to such menial labor faded as new spirit resounded through her.  Be [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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