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A string. A long, long string of days. Blurry, indistinguishable from the ones that came before and the ones that are to come after. Burning questions inside tired human skulls, domed and heavy and smoking. Is this the way of the world?
A string. A long, long string of days. Blurry, indistinguishable from the ones that came before and the ones that are to come after. Burning questions inside tired human skulls, domed and heavy and smoking. Is this the way of the world?