The King of the Dust
(Act I: The Spark) The town of Blackwater didn't exist on any map. It was a place of rotting porches and weeping willows, where the humidity felt like a wet blanket draped over the soul. There were no adults here—not in the way the world understood them. A generation ago, a strange, localized plague had taken everyone over the age of thirteen. We were the leftovers, the children of the dust,...
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