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f he could only lift his feet further from the ground, if the breath came just a little easier, he could make it to the top. Behind him, green-skinned creatures scrambled on multiple limbs and bayed like hounds. Above the rocky incline, the moons of Orgel 7 softly rose.
Keep moving, Seamus!
The mercenaries’ footfall grew louder, stirring up the dust and turning the air a dark magenta. As the incline leveled out, the engines of the Ulysses growled overhead. But a sea of reptilian skin was about to swallow him whole. Seamus closed his eyes, and thought of home.
Daniel Le Ray
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