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I’m in the throes of Nanowrimo—5,193 at the end of day three!—so I decided to keep it simple and offer a bit more of the Pressman’s story:
“She was gone for weeks at a time, either on MoonShot itself, or in the laboratories of Gladstone-Klein. Data was gathered to fill entire sets of crystals, and she became more and more excited.” A brief smile crossed his lips. “She glowed.
“The contract forbade her from sharing the information, but she did tell me that the story would earn her the Pulitzer. Her certainty told me that she was digging deep, that there was much more to the story than a simple mass murder.”
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