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Archaic Engineering Forty

Chapter 40 Kathleen James felt the plush pearlescent italian leather sofa shifting. At her left, something settling in, uncomfortably close. Kathleen was afraid to look. Prosthetic exhalations. Pungency, like a rusty iron museum piece, displaced the ozone and burnt smells … Continue reading

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