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... bit of a stretch to call him a sleeping apocalypse?" The short Captain in glasses sat next to Victor and crossed her legs, playing with the ring on her finger as she reminisced on how the entire collective had shifted to Sol's will.
On his ship once more General Victor Flint was seated with his cheek rested on his fist and his other hand tapping his chair impatiently as they travelled through the dead universe on their way to another.
"I'm telling you, Cecelia, that boy is a prop ...
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