They were the pitiful remnants of a proud world, huddled into slave quarters on Karrar, dying before the cold brutality of the Kraks, seeking the Achilles' heel in the armor of their masters. One man alone still fought them--even he knowing he battled with a lance of straw. Nothing new ... this. The viewpoint, maybe, was different, this time. The script was the same, only there were new actors in the cast of characters.…
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