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... n his dark skin. There wasn't a light of determination in his eyes. Determination, motivation, those things were fleeting. He had lived long enough to know that.
Why could you trust a clock? Why could you trust the sun? Why could you trust gravity?
Consistency. A relentless sort of consistency that wouldn't change regardless of the circumstances.
He had long since stopped down things like measuring progress or counting kills.
All he cared about was whether it got ...
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