The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ear — Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
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The sound of diesel fuel rushing through grimy pistons and cylinders below a morning-fogged window bored through his ears like a deep-water drill bit, and the thump of his own heartbeat cursed him for breaking one of his many rules.

— Luke Taylor, Shatterpoint Alpha
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