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... was as if every crevice and crack was filled with peering eyes, watching him, waiting. An involuntary shudder ran down his spine.
Well, if they were waiting, then this was certainly what they were waiting for. With a hand made steady only through great effort, Atoy Muzazi tapped the communicator in his ear.
"Atoy Muzazi to Tartarus Command," he said, voice hoarse but as clear as he could make it.
There was no reply. That wasn’t exactly surprising -- from what Aclima had s ...
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