Zephyr opened the door to his home. He breathed in the familiar smell and smiled. It was good to be back, and on schedule too. It hadn’t always been the case. Sometimes he reconsidered the jobs they did for Coal. They paid well but then danger work often did. When they’d first started, well it hadn’t really been that different, but the thing was it felt different, and that was what really mattered. Maybe it was time he got out. It wasn’t like he really needed the money. The companionship, well that was nice. Maybe it wasn’t time just yet. Maybe a few more jobs. He slid into his lounge chair and stared around his minimalistic living room. Maybe it was more that he felt like he was making a difference, a real difference, helping people. Had that been the case for this job?

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