Selen sat, eyes closed, as he repeated the names of those who were missing. It was a long list, but he'd been repeating it for a day now. "Peter Grodin," he said, remembering the man who assisted Elizabeth, picturing him as he spoke the name. "Evan Lorne." He remembered the man with his lover at the Athosian table, smiling and happy. "Aiden Ford."
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