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    <subfield code="a">My name is Nick Gautier and I was born to end the world. Or so I thought. For years, I believed my destiny was beyond my control. But the Fates love to play with folks and I seem to be their favorite punchline. Just when my crew and I thought we were done with the Apocalypse, the Fates dragged us back for another round. Now, we have to stop the Powers-That-Be and my future son or the ones I love and cherish will become memories. It’s a demon-eat-demon world and we are all that stands between humanity and total subjugation.</subfield>
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