The room was dimly lit. Cobwebs covered the corners of the low ceiling. This room was a bunker, but under nothing except the surface. Other than a candle, nothing was present for illumination. The men in the room were ready in case they had to make a quick departure. Decked in light gray uniforms, these men were anything but camouflaged; on the contrary, they were easily visible. Speaking in hushed whispers, these men were merely examining a diagram of some sort of box. No, bigger. A vault. One designed to be complex enough to impediment intruders long enough for them to rot away from old age. And these men were planning to crack it.
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Nothing Exists Outside Of Everything
FantasyDeadly encounters, futuristic space travels, romance in the air, and one well hidden mystery. When Jesse Larens, a 19 year old pilot in the army is given a list of names of people from alternate Earths, he's thrust into a life of adventure without k...
