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Dimmer
Blow air too hard and you kill the fire. Blow air too soft and you see none.
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I HAVE always prepared myself for the future I have already seen. But the players of the game only I can see also held the power to amplify the impact of their actions. The tainted smile of the man on a hat with earflaps bothered me so much but is not enough to pull me off of the foreshadows hinted by his companion.
Taller, younger, and brusquer, the other man hopped on to the step bar to bring his body in level with the lock. He produced a key ring from his jacket pocket and when he forcefully slammed the bar that goes through two rings that prevent the door from bursting open, the undeniable wave of damp heat from prolonged human presence hit me.
Before I even knew it, a couple of guns c
