V-05-盲目之海-202606011542
The trailer smelled like old coffee and motor oil. Mickey Doyle sat in his lawn chair on the patch of dead grass that passed for a yard, watching the Devourer's ring move across the sky. It was a Tuesday. Or maybe a Wednesday. He had stopped keeping track months ago. The ring was bigger now. It had been small when it first appeared—a faint dark smudge in the constellation of Orion, barely...
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