The Faded Frontier
The sky broke open. Not with rain, but with light. A white, screaming light that turned the mud of the village square to glass. We were twelve. Just boys. Tom, me, and Silas. We stood in the center of the chaos, our school uniforms soaked in sweat and fear. The air tasted of ozone and old blood. Tom grabbed my arm. His fingers were cold. "Run," he said. His voice was thin. A thread of sound in...
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