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The StationI trod down the hallway, my gun held high - I can hear the moaning, am I going to die? My footpaws tred upon metallic ground - I follow the station's walkways around.The Station
The klaxon sounds, I run to heed its call - I don't stop to see what's on the wall. A scientist there, hanging by his head - &nb
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