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four men converged in a dry, dusty desert; they met at a crossroads in bleached solitude. exhausted, their veins ran empty and four futures collapsed into one. under their dripping brows they cautiously sized up eachother. eyes scanned the unmapped territory, as this desolate place imploded at one point. this place they consistently returned to was everywhere and nowhere at once. drawn together, these men created space where no one thought it was possible. one path from a point in that desert had splintered the roads of history and there was no return. they charged apart, fleeing their linked plane. returning again in forgotten cities, unmemorable cultures, and lost theories: their shadows worked as they rested in some familiar interstice.  
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