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The doctor hesitates. The truth is, he doesn’t really want to kill Tom Friedman, and any inclination he might have to follow the orders of the Agency like a sheep are outweighed by her being a substantial donor to the hospital.

“Very insightful, ma’am,” he says.

She strokes the back of Tom’s head. She smiles.

“The scrolls did imply that he’d end the age of man and warm the earth,” she says, thoughtfully, “but honestly. Look at him!”

She giggles. She winces. She giggles again.

Then she passes out.

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