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Well, thus the cycles fulfill themselves and the prophecies are complete. He wiped his forehead on his sleeve and forced himself erect, his side throbbing with the pain of that last kick and his left shoulder burning.
I find sergeant pike there, helmet undogged, breath steaming and sparkling in the light of a paraffin lamp someone has coaxed into oily, lambent life.
Bolt the door behind you and remain there until you receive word that it is safe to leave. Chan seemed to watch the door thoughtfully as it closed behind the philanthropist.