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Prologue - I
“The greatest of risks to be undertaken by something no smaller than a pin.” Solomon muses, squinting at the red pin, the needle pinched between his fingers. Circular, small, almost missed by the untrained eye. Then again, it is a bright candy-apple red.
One would have to be blind to miss it.
“Why did we not make earrings? Those are near the face and all.” The Darkrai looks over to his assistant, hoping for an answer of some sort. None is offered up to him.
He takes another look at those gathered by the square table in the kitchenette. A common apartment, with two bedrooms and a large common area beside the place wh
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Era of Contravene: Ch25
CH25
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The Crossing…
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Date: 2560/3/22
Tristan Anchor Cluster- Everest Prime- Capital: Joto Rev
Aaron fired the intruder by a foot, his shooting was definitely off, being dulled on alcohol and lack of practice did tend to do that to someone who'd been in service for the ONI for a long time. The intruder ran across to the other side of the room as he fired again, this time he sobered up on adrenaline and hit the person.
To his surprise he watched as the figure dissipated into thin air, he knew then that he was in trouble, before he could turn around he was smashed in the jaw by the armoured fist of a helldiver, he hit the
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Inferno.
When I felt pain.
The Ink was free.
When I was on fire.
The ink was free.
When I was empty.
The ink was free.
I feel empty.
I feel pain.
But my fire has left me.
I reside in my own inferno.
Searching for my fire.
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