A Tale of the Core
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In a cold dark raining night, Mitch Truswell was heading back home from courses at the University of New Orleans. Walking through a dimly lit alleyway, he saw a human like figure leaning against a trash canister. He goes closer to the human like figure, he then saw a man, he whispered "Are you alright, sir?" There was no response. Mitch touched his shoulder, it jolts a response. The 'man' fell, upon closer inspection, there seem to be sparks...
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