The Boy brings the torch closer to the Man’s face, and the Man twitches, knocking the back of his head into the tree. They’re just kids, the Man thinks. Just kids.
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Late Lunch
Somehow, the entire day had passed us by – quickly, traitorously, and without us noticing.
Expedition
There seemed to be no sign of anyone or anything else around him except for the infinite expanse of plain white landscape where he stood.
