Ghostlimb
Traverse
Having no idea that their friend was dead the three of them went hard as they could into the desert before fire rained down on their heads what could they have done to deserve this treatment for every debt and deal we make under false pretense it's an account receivable in someone else's blood we're all familiar that the aim of power is to retain power in the process those on ground level become the ochre mortar bonding detritus together twenty four months later eight thousand miles away endless chances lost what can be said but forced apologies
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