Chosen Mates, Stolen Fates
He looked more like a movie star, not some ailing professor from across the world.
For a moment, Ben and Lo just stared. Then. “Thank you, you’re too kind,” Ben finally recovered. “And before I forget my manners, welcome to the Aperture Archives. Our noted Archivist, Marge–”
“Stealing my introduction, are you?”
I stole a glance at a second screen, not having even realized the old bat’s office light had gone dark, her form limping across one screen to my right and over into the main frame.
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