Sublime

Brightside took out his case and handed him a cigarette. Crepusculus lit it with the tip of his forefinger and blew out a pale plume of smoke. “Thin places,” he said. “Between the living world and the next one. Right?” “Or thin places in time,” Brightside said, not liking the option one little bit. Temporal attenuation – or worse, temporal overlap

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