An Absence Of Gravity
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Ostatnia publikacja wt., lis 24, 2020
A short story I wrote after losing my job. I felt desperate and ready to do just about anything to start earning a living again. So I channeled that desire into a story about what might seem like an impossible future where a very dangerous job has all the allure if it means the survival of yourself and your loved ones.
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