The Last Light of New Carthage
The earth did not tremble before it opened. There was no warning, no gathering storm, no rumble of distant thunder. One moment Arthur Winslow stood beside his father on the rubber plantation at New Carthage, the humid air thick with the scent of latex and rotting leaves, and the next the ground simply ceased to hold them. The fissure appeared as a thin black line across the clearing, no wider...
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