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Hired Assassin

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My name is June. I have killed a lot of people in my life. For years, I told myself they deserved it. I told myself I was protecting people. I told myself that every name was a threat to someone, somewhere. But the guilt was starting to eat me alive. How many fathers had I taken from their children? How many mothers had gone silent because of me? Before every job, I used to say a prayer for the people I killed. It was the only thing that helped me sleep at night. The only thing that made me believe there was still some humanity left inside me. Then I learned the truth. The people I trusted had been lying to me. The men I was sent to eliminate weren't monsters. They were scientists. Engineers. People who knew too much and wanted out. As I followed the trail from Russia to China and back to Zambia, I uncovered a secret buried deep in the forests of Livingstone a project so dangerous that powerful people were willing to kill anyone to keep it hidden. Including me. Now I'm being hunted by the same people who once paid me. And for the first time in my life, the prayers I carry are no longer for the dead. They're for me
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