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ImagoThe Dermitite wasn’t gentle about tossing Gable through the hatchway. The former High Commander hit the cold, tile floor and allowed himself to roll until he hit the small bank of storage lockers built into the opposite wall. By the time he got his senses about him again, the hatchway had closed and a digitized warble announced that it had sealed.
Once more thankful for the numbing he’d given himself with that tumbler full of purple, Gable ponderous...
Published on January 28, 2014 21:01