" Silence descended, and Wedge stood for a moment, staring. He’d killed a man. He’d done it before. Many times. It was what soldiers did, and it had been a war. Was still a war. But he’d never killed here, in his idyllic garden among the keedees and the pepper stalks. His throat felt dry and he tried to swallow past the thing, the emotion, stuck there, threatening to choke him. "
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