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Will needs to learn to change and grow. And the pressure cooker he is in will either break him, or temper him.
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Weston Knows
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Chapter Twenty-two WORLD END: T-minus 108 days, 14 hours, and 00 minutes 24 Sussex Drive, Ottawa, Ontario. The Prime Minister's Private Study. Late Night. The air in the private study was colder than the November night outside. The temperature felt glacial, thick with the scent of old leather, paper, and the suffocating smell of absolute power. The only sound was the tick of the grandfather clock, a relentless, mechanical judge marking the minutes of their coll
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I miss you greatly Miles, old friend.
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You're forgetting something.
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Excellent work. Touchingly powerful chapter, filled with genuine joy
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If anyone were there.
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Radisson is a tiny village On the edge of the reservoir that is the size of Luxembourg (it is a massive body of water)
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Kenny, earning his MVP today.
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Chapter 12: Fever Drive The frigid air was thick with the smells of burnt oil and pine, but all Kenny could register was the cloying, metallic scent of Alex’s fevered skin. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. If you stop, he dies. The mantra was the only thing holding the seams of his sanity together. They hadn’t moved far from the Observation Post before Alex’s condition plummeted. The crude stitches Kenny had installed at the radio tower—a desperate, clumsy act performed with trembling han
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A charming story, keeps me coming back. Invested in this little family now.
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I blame my editing process there, I added some scenes in and then took some others out. So it caused a little... bump here and there, I will clean it up in a bit when I have some time.
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Oh the Order have definitely underestimated a Stoner, a Gamer, and a Hockey Coach
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This is one to read, to enjoy, and to exist in. One of the better concepts I have read on the Genre in a long time. I recommend people give it a chance, a read, and let the characters stick with you like they have done with me. Time to visit a Wicked Little Town.
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Hamster Wheel
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I liked Peter in this chapter a lot. I've always written about Peter being there, and present through all of Will's life, but it was the first time that I've shown that Peter can manage Will in the way Lisa can. He has to to look after Jacob, and now Ned. Peter's a wonderful soul in his own right, and it's good to show that Will has benefited from Peter's stabilizing presence in his life as much as Peter has.
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Everyone needs a hobby. This one just happens to be a multi-million dollar one in the middle of nowhere in the most inhospitable places on the planet. Must be A public works project approved by the British government designed to "Level-up" Skegness....
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Welcome to the cage
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Chapter Twenty-one WORLD END: T-minus 108 days, 3 hours, and 00 minutes Sifton Pass, Northern Rocky Mountains, British Columbia. The roar of the turbine engine was a monstrous, concussive force, tearing the cold, high-altitude air to shreds. The landscape below was a terrifying, pristine wilderness: endless, razor-sharp mountain peaks, draped in impossible layers of glacial blue ice and blinding white snow, stretching away into the vast, indifferent horizon of the Northern Rocki
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Pretty much. The question becomes what is the Pomeranian willing to give up to make ammends for disrupting the kid's holiday. I'm thinking an island in the Caribbean
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Well The Pomeranian did pick a fight with the bigger Canine.
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Wolf's done got himself in a pickle now
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Chapter 11: The Coyote's Gambit The air in the Observation Post (OP) was thin, cold, and heavy with the metallic scent of Alex’s dried blood and the lingering ozone from the scorched data-spike. Alex leaned against the rough bark of a scrub pine, trying to stem the painful throbbing in his side, while Kenny, draped over the .308 precision rifle, monitored the horizon. The OSI drone, its core AI partially purged and rebooted, sat silently charging on the tablet—a battle-scarred in
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