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- 'Hello, Sister,' said Trazyn.'I have a proposition for you.'
- 'Steel abomination,'growled Clara. She swung her storm bolter into Trazyn's face and pulled the trigger.
- Or she tried to. Her finger would not tighten. Trazyn could see it locked tight, the muscles tensed so hard her leather glove creaked.
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