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== Anchoro == | == Anchoro == | ||
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+ | === The Beginning === | ||
The design is older than antibiotics. It was the epoch of an age; the template that all successors would draw from and be compared to. Despite 102 years of improvements, refinements and replacements, the original is still manufactured, carried and used – some attribute it to quality, others to foolish nostalgia. But as antiquated and unrefined as it was... it still worked. | The design is older than antibiotics. It was the epoch of an age; the template that all successors would draw from and be compared to. Despite 102 years of improvements, refinements and replacements, the original is still manufactured, carried and used – some attribute it to quality, others to foolish nostalgia. But as antiquated and unrefined as it was... it still worked. | ||
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In the end, there are no silver bullets. | In the end, there are no silver bullets. | ||
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I'd hoped Fabiola didn't know – but if (or inevitably, when) she did, I trusted her to respect the message I sent by keeping my studies private. The point of my intensive effort over the past weeks, including ordering my own weapon – when I had a combat expert in my employ with her own private arsenal – couldn't have been lost on her. | I'd hoped Fabiola didn't know – but if (or inevitably, when) she did, I trusted her to respect the message I sent by keeping my studies private. The point of my intensive effort over the past weeks, including ordering my own weapon – when I had a combat expert in my employ with her own private arsenal – couldn't have been lost on her. |