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The Night of the Nemesis
Leonard was the first to dance. I could see now it was made of the same black iron as the ship and embedded like shrapnel in the hand that held it, the lips that blew into it. He reached over and grabbed another one of the former prisoners, a scrawny guy. The bloody crew of the Nemesis watched, their eyes riveted and their feet tapping to the music. Leonard's rampage against the now unrecognisable corpse of Milton only ended when another soldier whose name I never knew,. leapt forward with that same cry of violence and began to stab him wildly with the stolen bayonet. So it continued. For upon hour of that night as one by one the stolen prisoners