The Cog that Spins the Wheel - 6

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Chapter 6 - The Last Race

In hindsight, after it all happened, the me of the morning seems a distant memory. A figment of my imagination, maybe. Did she ever exist, really? Was any of it real? There’s such ease in her, such lack of friction, such simplicity of purpose. She came to the moon to win. To remind people that she wasn’t done yet. I couldn’t be farther from that motivation. But I love her for it–for the belief that she could tear things down, that she could win one last...