The One Way Ticket
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“Of course, you do not expect us to trust or accede your assertions, Oswic.”
One, long minute of silence washed over the Chamber of Duties before Artin Dane proceeded, “Hell, to the best of our knowledge, is merely a fabrication by theologists. There is absolutely no physical evidence of its existence and I'll advice you to speak not fables for it won't favour the decisions we're yet to make on your release.”
Sir. Oswic tapped his toes on the sparkly white with flecks of black tiles that extended all through the Chamber before speaking.
“It is evident that you all do not know the seriousness of the situation that is in our hands and worse still, have chosen not believe me. The best I can
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