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| Slaughterhouse |
His spirit roamed ahead of him while he struggled to
walk through the storm. His mission was to deliver the message “Energy levels low
in the Old City”. Oddly, communications were down. As he arrived, his spirit
returned. No one, he said
telepathically. They moved on. And
that meant humans would finally have to leave. Their long awaited end on the
planet made them less significant to other species. He was not sad to see them
go. Ironically, considering the past of the human race, without their recently
acquired need to play the eternal peacemakers, the war could finally start.
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