Chapter 1 · 1240 words
Death, Then Fluorescent Lighting
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Dying, in Ras Corvane's experience, was loud. Coming back was worse: it came with a name badge.
"CORVANE," said the badge. "HAPPY TO HELP!"
The store had no windows and no clocks, and the music had been playing the same eleven seconds for what his body insisted was a year.🥣🔥 135
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