“The world… the world is at peace.” Hezekiah mumbled this to himself as he puttered through his kitchen, moving dishes to sink and from sink to shelf. It was 5AM in his house and it was quiet outside. Despite the calm around him for miles and miles and despite the words sprouting from the fertilizer of his wisdom, at that moment thousands were being blanketed in science’s fiercest flame and the most devastating war to find this planet’s face was beginning. The world was at peace, old man. It was.
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