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... in this place the world attempted to end itself.
However, today he just couldn't avoid it. He was looking for a quiet place to sit and be alone with his thoughts.
Abaddon was busy writing in a small notebook. The contents of which were known only to him.
Eventually, he shut the booklet and let his head bounce off the wooden desk in front of him.
Oddly enough, Abaddon thought that operating in a public capacity was far easier when you didn't have to give a damn abo ...
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