There's a profound sense of being in two places at once, dwelling in a cool, dim, quietly humming box where time moves at an imperceptible crawl, while tremendous forces howl past outside, dynamic, grey, blinding. That's how I spent my day. The air conditioner murmured. My three coworkers sleepily propped up a monotone triangle of rumored "
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The tribe on this island doesn't even know how to make fire.
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