The Last Bastion

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The Last Bastion

The rain in New York didn't wash anything away; it just turned the ash into a grey slurry that clogged the gutters of 42nd Street. I sat in the ruins of a deli, nursing a bottle of cheap bourbon and staring at the sky. The sky was no longer blue. It was a shimmering, iridescent dome—the "Sarcophagus." The Visitors had put it there three years ago. They didn't attack us with lasers or bombs;...

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