Steel lashed at the scaffolding that ran along the inner side of the parapet, shredding the wood with his gleaming tines. "We can't do anything about the aliens, so let's deal with Woodcarver. Yes!" He smiled at the Flenser member. "Ironic, isn't it? For a hundred years,
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