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Five-Minute fiction - 23:57-00:02

Cresa resisted the urge to look at his wristwatch, but he was confident that more than a quarter of an hour had passed since he had been ushered into the room. This was not something to complain about to the rather large, brooding man who stood guard by the door, his tailored uniform immaculate. Rather Cresa busied his mind by wandering around the spacious waiting room taking in the myriad of treasures that adorned the walls and bookcases.

King Ulof Voltosky was said to be a man of some renown when it came to the acquiring of artifacts and this room seemed to be no exception. Cresa noted several first edition novels by prominent science-fiction authors of the twentieth-century. Clarke, Asimov, Heinlein. The names seemed to spring out from the simple paperbound books that were so carefully arranged.

Ahhh, I see you are admiring my collection of science-fiction novels. It is not as grand as I had hoped it would be, but I am young, there is still time, the voice said and Cresa turned to see the King of the United European State standing