Dead’s not good, but at least it’s simple. — James S.A. Corey, Cibola Burn
Dead’s not good, but at least it’s simple. — James S.A. Corey, Cibola Burn
Dead’s not good, but at least it’s simple. — James S.A. Corey, Cibola Burn
Dead’s not good, but at least it’s simple. — James S.A. Corey, Cibola Burn
Dead’s not good, but at least it’s simple. — James S.A. Corey, Cibola Burn
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Dead’s not good, but at least it’s simple.

— James S.A. Corey, Cibola Burn
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