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Название книги: The Temporal Void
Автор(ы): Peter Hamilton
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Temporal-Void-193718.html
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MAP OF MAKKATHRAN
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Strangely enough, it was the oak trees which Justine Burnelli always remembered from the day Centurion Station died. She was hurrying towards the safety bunker doors along with everyone else in the garden dome when she glanced back over her shoulder. The thick emerald grass was littered with the debris of the party, mashed canapes stamped into the grass, broken glasses and plates juddering about as the
Название книги: The Temporal Void
Автор(ы): Peter Hamilton
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Temporal-Void-193718.html
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MAP OF MAKKATHRAN
ONE
Strangely enough, it was the oak trees which Justine Burnelli always remembered from the day Centurion Station died. She was hurrying towards the safety bunker doors along with everyone else in the garden dome when she glanced back over her shoulder. The thick emerald grass was littered with the debris of the party, mashed canapes stamped into the grass, broken glasses and plates juddering about as the
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