Benevolence- chapter eleven

“God, blind their eyes,” Trudi prayed. She ran and hid between two houses. From the shadows she heard the officers.

“… we have to protect society from extremists.”

“But who decides who’s extremist?”

“The ones who sign your paycheque.”

“My integrity’s cheaper than I thought.”

Trudi snuck to the back alley. Going home wasn’t an option.


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