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“Alessio,” the man whispered, “Alessio Eliakim…”

Defender Whom God Raises or Establishes. That was a name she knew immediately. Leana smiled softly, good memories rushing to her mind, and a few more tears slid from her eyes. She swiped them away. “My father must have loved that. He… he used to tell stories of adventures, and the heroin shared your name.” Leana pulled in a shaky breath and stared down at the carpet.

Her cheeks turned a bit rosy, knowing so many were watching her. She wanted to fade into the background. To go cry in her mother’s arms, or her father’s… But that was as likely as her country winning the war. Almost nil.

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