The Eternal Memory
I remember the sky before it changed. Not metaphorically. I remember it literally—the actual color of the atmosphere above the Quin capital when the first pulsation warnings began appearing in the data streams, a sky the color of oxidized copper, green-gold and shimmering with the aurora that preceded the wave. Eighty thousand years is a long time to watch your world change, but eighty thousand...
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