The Debt of Deception

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old us to leave the city. The grid is going down, Maria. The who

a second, I saw past the charismatic inf

f hours I' d spent on prepper forums and doom-scro

nnifer described: darkness, sirens, desperate people

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interest personal loans, lying about my freelance income. The approva

urifiers, solar generators, first-aid kits, even a crossbow I had no idea how to use. My tiny Por

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nternet worked. Society, an

caption read: "Needed a digital detox! Sometimes you just have

g, self-inflicted financial ruin. The eviction notice