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Surely no one would ever use such a weapon against a city. There are no limits in war, Volger said, still staring out the window.

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Scott Westerfeld
Age: 61
Born: 1963
Born: May 5
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Dallas
Texas
Scott David Westerfeld
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