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“Ladies, gentlemen, we're out of here! Your boss is upstairs, and only mildly wounded. Go help him if you have the inclination. You'll also notice the house is on fire. Make of that what you like.”

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Retribution Falls

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Chris Wooding
Chris Wooding

Chris Wooding, born on February 28, 1977, is a renowned British author known for his works in the genres of science fiction, fantasy, and horror. His unique imagination and profound thematic exploration have earned him a dedicated following among readers. more

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