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He drew the ace of spades. The black of the spade was taunting him. It was as black as the spade that would be used to dig his grave if he was to fail. Fail to protect her. Fail to protect the woman who would give birth to his grandfather. The woman who would one day be hailed as the mother of the United World. And he had to keep her alive while she figured out her life during her college years. Because someone had figured out that by killing her, they kill the world…
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