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A sound shook Frances fully awake. Her dreams faded quickly into the cold air, her sleeping memories of San Francisco collapsing into the smell of stone and moss and rot.
There was someone in the house.
And so begins The Source, at least as the draft stands today.
What follows is an adventure that touches on accelerationism, climate change, capital, and the guilt of culpability.
I’m getting there.
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