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... of his vision crept closer. Silhouettes of all shapes and sizes seemed to cloud his vision. All bearing sinister smiles, either laughing wholeheartedly or sneering like they were moments away from pouncing.
Ignoring it all, Michael moved. His body moving on instinct. Before he realized it himself, he had boarded a spare shuttle tugged at the backline. Just large enough to take him back to the Sacred Order.
Before disappearing into his mad dash, he had gazed at the Emperor. His e ...
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