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The picture froze. The man in the chair was smiling. “You’ve done a lot of GOOD Simon. Saved lives.” The picture swirled and shifted – coalesced. And there, widescreen, was Simon’s nightmare: Two men, walking, quietly, simple men, neat men, men on business, men in suits, wearing gloves. Blue gloves.
-- The Darkest Hour by wytchcroft
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