The pills made the world soft at the edges. That was the point. That was the only point.
Dr. Robert Graham took three of them every morning, two every afternoon, and one every night before he tried to sleep. The one before sleep was the most important. Without it, the dreams came back. The fire. The men who didn't make it. The silence that followed. He sat in the cockpit of the drone—the one they called the Ark, though it was no more an ark than a hearse is a cathedral—and watched...
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