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| 1 | Stopping was out of the question at this. The ship would need miles of room to skid to a halt. Cathy Calvin looked at the towering model curiously. Maybe she was in shock. Hopefully, that was it. Still. Automatic fire systems spray gas everywhere. Only the dimmest emergency lights cast any glow. She felt his pain, his sorrow. She hated him for that. If she died tomorrow he would not care at all |
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