10500
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“Convergence in five hundred and fifty two seconds. You know the drill people. Miss your cue, you die. Well,” there was a hollow laugh. “… you know.” After a few awkward seconds the intercom crackled and went silent.
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103221
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“There’s enough food to last here a week.” Ferdinand assured, as a dingy wooden cabin came into view. They were on foot now. He’d insisted on forcing the car into a ravine, using a heavy rock and the last of the gasoline to drive it into a heap of rusted
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