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‘The Last Believer’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

August 4th, 2150 I had a roasted hound-dog for dinner, cooked it over a smoldering fire in the open air.┬áIt was a brisk night like so many before, windless, but the cold crept around me like a slithering snaking, making … Continue reading

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