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Solf J. Kimblee was getting bored. Sure, being submerged in a tempest of shrieking souls was nothing if not therapeutic. But after the screaming dies down, and the souls start to fade into oblivion, it can get a bit... uneventful. But Kimblee had a plan. Fifteen years of waiting would finally pay off.
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Kez: This fic is not a troll fic.
Gil: We promise. Maybe. We tried to make it as serious as possible. It didn't work.
Kez: This is not suspiciously specific denial.
Gil: Again, we promise. Maybe.