A glow on the horizon far too wide to be a town, with one steady flame burning above it. They pull off the coastal road at midnight. Pipe forests, storage tanks the size of city blocks, a tanker hull running across the whole world with black water tearing the light underneath it. Abdullah shouts with everything he has and the plant simply erases him. One night-shift worker walks down out of a structure the size of a district and gives them the only line anyone needs. Two episodes ago Ali photographed a single drop of oil. Here he backs up, and backs up, and finally lowers the camera without pressing.
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