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The inflamed scars of Revoluton 0 - Prologue I'm good for nothing. That is what I realized through these years of voluntary confinement. I've shed no tears for months. It's not because of some really happy events, I should say, but I have no wish for crying. Sometimes I only have some strength left to go to the archive, throw my coat on the bench and lay there, dozing off some quick and uneasy dreams.  In a few hours' time Lily, the grandchild of the doctor, who saved my life twelve years ago, is sure to come and wake me up, because the whole headquarter is searching me. In these moments I regret, that I'm the head of the revolution navy c