The Faded River
The sky did not darken; it simply ceased to be a sky. One moment you were standing in the grey, rain-slicked parking lot of the municipal water treatment plant, holding a bag of bruised apples and a crumpled receipt, and the next, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and crushed mint. The world did not end with a bang, but with a sudden, violent expansion, as if the universe had been a...
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