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Ben Hillar, a galactic archaehistorian, gets into a tight spot when he discovers an ancient
complex, which holds a man, or perhaps a mythical God, in a suspended
animation chamber.
The question becomes, should they revive him?
Ben glanced down at the man in the suspended animation chamber.
A wry smile crossed his face. “You know,” he stated, before the Galaef could leave the
room, “the myth states that the Aeolian Master destroyed the inhabitants of
ancient Earth by the billions.” Ben raised his head and looked at the
Galaef. “You don’t suppose we’re bringing a monster back to life?”
Sweat broke out on Viella’s forehead. In mind-shattering fear she ran with
urgent strides to the frnt door of a clothing store. She started pushing the
button and banging loudly on the metal barrier. She was desperately hoping
someone was still inside working late. But it wasn’t so. And there was no
answer. The door was locked as they always were at night
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