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Karl Heisenberg sitting hunched in his workshop, smoking a cigar and looking at his hands. Looking at his hands and feeling like he’s wasting away. Like the smoke in his lungs is more human than he will ever be again.
Karl Heisenberg sitting hunched in his workshop, smoking a cigar and looking at his hands. Looking at his hands and feeling like he’s wasting away. Like the smoke in his lungs is more human than he will ever be again.
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