ions in long shadows. This trip was supposed to be about family, a break from my game studio

self "K." He was all dust and matted hair. H

faces

like

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sound. "What? Is this

s, built from nothin

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, a smirk on h

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wouldn't

the people who raised me. They handed me to a

ld trailer, miles fr

loud in the small space. Pain flared, white ho

. Or I thin

a fire in

imes. He'd s

he'd say, his voice a low taunt.

er exp

s never c

trailer, wondering what K had whispered.