"An idea no longer shrouded in mist, through wave or ether comes to me, like a star from high up in the skies, or a pearl from the bottom of the sea." - Victor Hugo (Les rayons et les ombres)
Is he the secret weapon?
There was a metallic object circling overhead, or maybe it was the sun shining on a cloud. You can never tell.
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