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Mechanical Stars II

The noises stop and the sun smothers the moon. The girl wakes, thinking last night was a dream. The door shuts with a bang. The air is cold and sinks into her bones as she walks. The railroad tracks are bent, broken. There is a figure, in the distance. It moves closer, she runs.
“I am not the bad guy,” it screams.

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