Russell Anderson

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“I got through to them,” Sam whispers. Thibaut’s ears are ringing but he can hear her. “This little gate cracked open. I got it wider.” With the energies of sacrifice. With what she did to Alesch. “They had to come up for this. For that…thing.” She leans against a wall. Sparks burst from the machinery. A few researchers are still alive, are moving, crawling in the dust. “That,” Sam shouts at them, “was definitely against the fucking treaties.” “You said they…your bosses…couldn’t intervene,” Thibaut says. “Or wouldn’t.” “There was a block in place. You saw what the priests were doing until the ...more
The Last Days of New Paris
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