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Robert Beaujolais forfeited the last years of his youth to the Marines, watching his friends die. Beaujolais survived, but civilian life made him regret it. Compared to the truth of war, peace fit him like a casket. At least he was in love, even if he was the only one who could admit it. They were together - until they weren't.
Then, out of nothing, something: the architects of the world offer Beaujolais a job in the blood business. They prefer to call it arbitrat