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“Hugh Renaday also stood nearby. But the Canadian had his head turned skyward, his gaze sweeping the wide blue horizon. After a moment, he spoke softly. "On a day like this, visibility unlimited, you know, if you just look up for a long enough time, you can almost forget where you are." Both Tommy's and Lincoln Scott's eyes turned up, following the Canadian's. After a second's silence, Scott laughed out loud. "Damn it, I think you're almost right." He paused, then added, "It's almost like for just a couple of heartbeats you can kid yourself that you're free again." "It would be nice," Tommy said. "Even the illusion of freedom." "It would be nice," Scott repeated softly. "It's one of those rare things in life where the lie is far more encouraging than the truth.”

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Hart's War

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John Katzenbach
John Katzenbach

John Katzenbach is an American author known for his suspense novels. His works often revolve around complex psychological and moral dilemmas, which have won him a dedicated readership. more

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