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by Mo Martin
In fury he had cursed every star and gap of nothingness between them. Every blade of grass had known his hatred and rebuke. The entire natural world had felt the full brunt of his harsh, nuclear-electric anger. Now, as the brambles climbed over him, he knew it was the end of his spent rage, and the beginning, the start of his enemies' rebuttal.
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