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First Contact - Chapter Eighteen
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... his abdomen, his vestigial blade limbs pulled up in what humans called ’prayer’, his grasping hands folding at where his thorax met his long abdomen. His antenna quivered softly, sampling the emotions of those around him and keeping contact on his little ones.
All those around him except his two guards. He could hear them, even though he was able to exclude them through long training and a quirk of genetics and growth jelly.
Where the Council was either the mental equivalent of ...
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