Captain Aureli was not a proud man by any modern standard. He did not purchase assets nor take a wife or children. His vocation was his duty and his duty was his vocation. As an Tower captain first rank, he was one of the few publicly employed officers left. The shakers and movers kept him around because they knew just how sharp his nose for trouble could be, and this morning he would justify that tenure once again. Rather than the gears of industry, Aureli had master of the art of soothing the waiting infant that was High City’s political theater. With a few well placed calls VanHooklims  arctic citadel once again felt true solitude with only the stench of hubris to suggest the prescience of its soon to be forgot ten habitant. Tawny and Tubal followed suit. The only loose end that thwarts the SS to this day are those damn crabs.8964 copyright protection347ＰＥＮＡＮＡh3vu1Mukdp 維尼

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