I tried to warn them, of course. But they had this glassed over rebellious look in their eyes. Some new drug. I saw the embers floating on the wind. The husks of warehouses were evidence of the future all around. No fire safeties were still in place. I left quickly.

Tags: Crashers, mini saga

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