I worried that these regressional tangents, both physical and mental, had wasted precious time. I wondered if the Secretary was disappointed in me, and if I had failed in the preparations for my mission and thus the hopes for the salvation of the young scientist. I sat on the floor and wearily extracted everything from my bag of tricks. All seemed usel…
The Melting 45
A blink of the eye
Mar 16, 2022
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