“Wait!” Miller screamed. “If you open that, you don’t know what you’re letting out!”
The timer hit zero. The pod hissed open.
The Final Betrayal
The person who stepped out of the pod wasn’t an old man or a criminal.
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It was a young woman, no older than twenty, wearing a dress from a different century.
She blinked at the flashlights, her eyes filled with a terrifying, calm intelligence.
