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
voice flat, "we need you t
er eyes cold. "
sound. "What? Is this
s, built from nothin
e, Alex," Linda
, a smirk on h
urse. I told the
Linda handed me a craft beer. I
d got fu
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.
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