Groggy (1) “You don’t remember?” On the white sandy beach, with a campfire burning, Gaold, Kangnan, and Julu sat in a circle. “It’s happened before. It got better for a bit, then got a little worse. But the biggest problem is…” Gaold lifted his face, lit by the flickering torch. “There’s no standard for what disappears.” He’d phrased it roundabout,...
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