The Pale Dance
The explosion did not sound like a boom, but like a wet, tearing silence that ripped through the air before the shockwave arrived. Elias Thorne felt the ground lurch beneath his boots, a violent shudder that traveled up his spine and settled in his teeth, a physical reminder that the earth was no longer a solid foundation but a volatile medium. He was standing in the center of the dry riverbed,...
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