Anthony Ermi

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Federico de Soya sighed and closed his eyes. He felt like crying. Please, dear Lord, let this cup passeth from me. When he opened his eyes, the chalice was still on the altar and Admiral Marget Wu was still waiting. “Yes,” he said softly, and slowly, carefully, he began removing his sacred vestments.
The Rise of Endymion (Hyperion Cantos, #4)
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