The Last Cup of Bitter Coffee
The coffee machine in the "End of the Line" diner groaned, a metallic sound that felt like a prayer to a dead god. Leo didn't mind. He liked the noise. It reminded him that something in the world was still broken in a way he understood. Outside the window, the sky was the color of a bruised plum. The "Siphon" was visible now—a colossal, shimmering needle of light that had pierced the atmosphere...
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