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The Spokane Indian Reservation is outside the town of Wellpinit, Washington. That's the eastern part of the state. Its residents don't leave often.

Not even the weird ones.

So that's why when the front door opens and a man -- fairly average-looking, hair long and unbound -- walks in, he blinks. Mostly because there's never been a bar in Thomas Builds-the-Fire's bathroom before, but also because this place is not the Spokane reservation. It is, in fact, white. Very white.

Weird he may be, but Thomas Builds-the-Fire knows better than anybody that weird and stupid don't mean the same thing. Not all the time, anyway.

For the moment he's just standing, and looking, and listening. Because this? This is weird.

Maybe he walked into a story.

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Thomas Builds-the-Fire blinks. "Entropy's what's going on outside that window, enit?"

"Yup."

Tim shrugs.

"in this end, apparently Entropy wins."

"Don't it win in every end?"

"Not at all. I've seen an end where Life wins. Completely destroys Entropy. Quite amazing."

It really was.

"...ain't everything supposed to end anyhow?"

"Not if you do it right."

Thomas blinks.

"So what happens when the world gets tired?"

"Why should it? No entropy, no tired."

He considers this carefully for a moment.

And then shrugs.

"Seems like things would get pretty boring if nothing ends."

"Then why do men strive for heaven?"

"Because they're frightened."

"Possibly."

A shrug.

"But theres a lot to the universe. By the time something gets dull, just move on."

"Some people ain't that brave."

"Really? Huh."

News to him.

Thomas shrugs a little.

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