Closing the door as quietly as possible, gwyn backed away.
Striking a hidden switch he sent the deep-grained panelling sliding lip into the ceiling to reveal a complex desk. Responsibility for all those impending deaths, no doubt.
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- Pleasures Daughter (Black Lace);
Left alone, this world will stumble on in its orbit forever with ninety-nine per cent of the population doomed to disease, poverty, filth, misery, slavery, and all the rest.
Self-pity just ladled on with a trowel.