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“Entry 3Å9Ø Father is upset again. Word has spread that a deserter went down to the planet before its first harvest. I don’t know why such information would upset him. The planet is not habitable for Tanyesi, and the coward will likely die alone. I suspect he simply doesn’t want the product to be disturbed before they’ve been collected, but he’s always been sensitive about the delicacy of the planet’s commodities. I guess I should try to learn from him if I’m ever going to take his place as The Supreme Leader.”

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The Generational War

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