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The dead rule this land now. They chase us down empty streets and abandoned highways split with cracks and overgrowth. At first it was strange to be making our way in a world without the hum of wires and cars and deadlines. But it’s a relief to finally be looking over our shoulders for an enemy we can kill.
Short story written by Peter Chiykowski
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