Martin sat at his desk with a smile, his fingers pressed up against each other. His plan was coming together. For years he had imagined his puzzle like a revenge cosmos – each piece like a satellite orbiting the geometry of his mind. Each orb with its own purpose, carefully chosen, or stumbled upon. And slowly he guided each of them with its own set of rules, constellations and gravity, into the evolving continuum, drawing out the assassin. Now everything was in place – the galaxy was in motion for the big bang. He was ready.
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