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The Vault.

Tell no one, my friend. I have the key to the Vault. Therein are supplies of the most precious of things not from the hands of man. Time if you need it Peace for your wound Space for your flight: Whatever and all that is true. But I must ask beneath the door, I must…

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Gas Masks for Khan Sheikhoun

Have you heard? They’re sending people to Mars. It seems to me… Crazy? Mars is hostile to life. You can’t even breathe the air! How will they survive? Well, we’ll make them a refuge, of course. It’s only Right. We value their lives – The forefront of humanity – We must make sure they thrive.…