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| Derek Stenning |
When she hit the horizon, she took one look back at her dust trail dispersing in the fading light and severed the last entrails of regret that clung like nostalgia to the corners of her mind.
Vertigo removed the tracker from her ear and crushed it in the steel palm of her left hand; she wouldn’t be needing it out in the static of the Umbra.
Vertigo removed the tracker from her ear and crushed it in the steel palm of her left hand; she wouldn’t be needing it out in the static of the Umbra.
Tales for an attention deficit world
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