The Distant Joke
What does it cost to know the end? Act I‌​⁠⁠‌‌‌​​‌‍​⁠​‍⁠‍​‌‍‌​⁠‍⁠⁠​​​​​​​​​​​​​​‌‍​​‍⁠​‌⁠‍‌‍‍‍‍​‍⁠‍‌⁠‌‌​​​​‍‍‍‌‍​​ The air in the garage was still, thick with the dust of old gearboxes and the sharper, metallic tang of fear. Vijay Joshi sat alone in the corner, his back against the cold brick, clutching a small, black object that pulsed with a heat that had nothing to do with the failing...
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