No two objects can occupy the same place at the same time. So I thought until yesterday.
I was driving, a standard pizza-delivering college dropout. Meanwhile, across the multiverse Lord Eaglesham McGrane-Enrich XLVII folded time and space without proper charting, accidentally merging with me at the corner of Federal and Commercial.
I still schlepp Papa Johns around. But I know things. Eaglesham's esteemed family tree. His dire fiscal straits. The forbidden dimensional geometries he plumbed.
Why flee so recklessly? I have glimpses. Something vast, hungry, eternally patient. He knew it wouldn't stop until it found him.
Or now, rather, me.
Pauli's Fallacy by I Saw Lightning Fall
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