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... afternoon, within the Resting Abyss, at the World Transfer Station, everyone was on high alert, ready to receive supplies from the XX plane, which, of course, had a name.
However, this held no meaning, as everyone knew it by a different name. Unless every individual shared the plane’s coordinates for comparison, Anthony took out the coordinates for comparison.
Unfortunately, in the coordinate system of the World Transfer Station, no record of these coordinates existed. This migh ...
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