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the seven-second fuse of the first had had time to release the firing-pin. Then it came, a monstrous pounding, shivering bang underfoot that made the deckboards leap as if struck with a massive hammer, the buzz of flying metal, a More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Kimberly Pisaturo wash of flame above the hatchway. Immediately afterwards a revolver bullet fizzed crestron

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said Litsas, but it was hard to tell. The fuel was exploding too. Anyway, it was enough. From his place at the wheel he nodded towards what was left of the cruiser. It was a mile astern now, burning less fiercely, partly More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Kimberly Pisaturo obscured by the ragged smoke-cloud that was being blown almost jenae alt

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