Iâve often wondered what would have happened if weâd had any inkling of what was to come. Could we have stopped it? Would we have made wiser choices? Or are things simply meant to be?
As it was, we were fumbling around in the dark. The enemy was too well organized. They were careful and covered their tracks well. The Hunters of our era were not detectives. We were unaccustomed to looking for clues, and even if we found any, we did not know how to pursue those leads. We missed all the signs, even when we were staring them in the face.
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