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... e news was still rolling out. She reclined on an armchair, sipping at her drink, the faint clink of the ice and the sizzling of the bubbles within the carbonated soda satisfying to her ears. She ran her fingers over the helmet in her lap, tracing the surface and the various seams between the metal and the faceplate. A panel of light appeared and she set the cup down. Somewhere behind her a woman on the television spoke.
“The final death toll after the coordinated attack by the villains h ...
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