The Ritual of the Red Flame

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The gas station sat on the edge of the Mojave, a rusted skeleton of a building surrounded by a sea of cracked earth and sagebrush. Sam had been there for three years, though time had ceased to have any meaning. He lived for the Flame. Every night, at exactly 3:14 AM, Sam climbed the rusted ladder to the roof of the station and ignited a massive pyre of old tires, oil-soaked rags, and dried...

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