The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The sky split open at dawn. Not thunder. Not wind. A tear. I was in the garden. My hands were in the dirt. I was dead. No. I was not dead. I was just there. The ground shook. Dust rose like ghosts. I looked up. The horizon was gone. Replaced by a wall of black glass. It stretched from north to south. And east to west. It was silent. I knew what it was. I had seen it before. In dreams. In the...

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