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“We’ve checked it several times. It’s all safe and sound, my master.”
“I want to see it,” Kyle said.
The man snapped his fingers, and four men ran over. They raised crowbars to the carton, and removed one of the wooden planks. They tore away at layer and layers of heavy-duty plastic.
Finally, Kyle stepped up and reached in. He felt a cold, glass vial, and extracted it.
He held it up, examining it under the light of a streetlamp.
Just as he remembered. Microbes of the bubonic plague swarmed in his hand, perfectly intact. He smiled slowly.
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