A Solar Flare For Work: a Psi-Kicks story by: GF Willmetts.
‘Play the game, Mr….er…Jones. Lay flat on the centrifuge and let the force over-whelm you.’ Chris Lancier looked up. He was sitting cross-legged…
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‘Play the game, Mr….er…Jones. Lay flat on the centrifuge and let the force over-whelm you.’ Chris Lancier looked up. He was sitting cross-legged…
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