The Golden Mean
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by Michael Formichelli
"Merte, don't do it." Ram shook his head.
Merte frowned and moved her eyes to her husband.
Das'Voq's purple eyes shown in the light. He nodded.
Merte knew this was the moment she would either celebrate or regret for centuries to come. She couldn't ignore Daedalus, and the thing that Ram didn't see was that this was really a choice between having the most powerful ally in the Confederation on their side, or total annihilation.
It wasn't really a choice at all, damn Daedalus.
Athame, please come to my office.
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