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DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 00:08:42 | PORUKA # 1 |
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"It doesn't matter," said Philip. "I'm so glad to be able to do anything
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The transmitted siren song spoke to some involuntary instinctive memory that the Xel'Naga had planted inside them. The Queen of Blades knew deep within her own mutated body that the origin of this signal must be incredibly ancient, designed by the same race that had created the Protoss and the Zerg.
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“How did you—?”No portent came to her during the night, only a series of anxious dream vignettes, punctuated by twisted blankets and thrashing limbs. She woke at dawn with a headache and no answers. The wooden box glowed softly when she picked it up, easing her headache and warming her hands.“Miss Samantha?” Troy stuck his head around the doorjamb. “Want to take a look at the hall and tell us what to do next?”
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Philip felt himself redden to the soles of his feet, and a sob caught at
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"Would you?"smile that made me ask him:
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Before him lay the long expanse of the southern Basin. Molly’s Nipple. The Stonewall Peaks. All he had to do was reach the rim. All he had to do was . . .
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