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The Defector
He steps through the splintered front door of an apartment building, leans stoop-shouldered against a charred wall. Twenty years old. Gashes of stubble on his drawn cheeks, sharp chin. A sweatshirt too big for his narrow chest. Jeans, sneakers. Brown hair wild from sleep. Eyes flat-lined unblinking. He had been a chemistry teacher before the revolution. Full story
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