New Years Wake A Terran Empire

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It was simply past 12 PM when the lady in wet, torn timberland green saw what must be the light from windows of a little house. She staggered toward it appreciatively, seeking after warmth and some kind of correspondences. Damn it, hardware disappointment and a plane accident were no real way to begin New Year’s Day!

As she approached the house, she heard gathering sounds, and smiled. It appeared to be that somebody, in any event, was having a good time here on – in the event that she recollected her graphs right – the Isle of Skye. The North Sea in winter . . . truly, she was fortunate to be alive.

At the point when she thumped on the entryway, the gathering sounds got stronger – until the entryway opened, and somebody saw her.

“Och, we have a drenched girl over here!” the youngster shouted. He turned around into the house, called for covers and a hot beverage, at that point put his arm around

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