The Last Iron Knight
The first shell fell at three minutes past midnight. Klaus Richter felt it before he heard it—a deep, tectonic shudder that traveled up through the concrete of his basement shelter and into his bones. Then the ceiling collapsed. Then the world turned to fire and thunder. He woke in darkness, dust filling his mouth like ground glass, the taste of pulverized brick and something sweeter—burning...
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