The Pioneer Solitude
I woke up and the world was wrong. Not broken. Not destroyed. Wrong, in the way that a photograph is wrong when someone has edited one face out of the group and you don't notice until you've looked at it too long. The mountains were in the wrong places. The sky was the wrong color. And everything was small. I was the one who was wrong. My name is Jack Harlowen. I am two meters and eleven...
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