The Dawn of the New Continent
The first week was the hardest. Not because of the deaths—though those were terrible enough—but because of the silence. Eleanor O'Brien had never noticed how much noise adults made until they were gone. The rumble of their voices, the clatter of their footsteps, the constant hum of their concerns. When it stopped, Chicago felt like a room that had been emptied of everything except furniture and...
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