Before Bullets, After Seeds
The Hidden Ledger Entry 4
Dream Logic: 2–4 A.M.
The airport is half-empty.
Screens don’t list cities anymore, only years: 1979, 2003, 1822.
I wait for my boarding group, my name is spelled wrong.
A clerk hands me a ticket s…Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
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