The Second Sun
The dust in Nebraska has a way of getting into everything—your clothes, your food, your memories. Elias sat on the porch of the farmhouse, his skin the color of old parchment, watching his grandson, Leo, play with a rusted toy tractor in the dirt. The world had ended six months ago, though most people still went to work and paid their taxes. It happened on a Tuesday in July. A second sun had...
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