The Distant Threshold
The explosion did not make a sound at first. It made a color. A blinding, violent white that seared the retina of the building itself, turning the marble corridors of the Ministry of Internal Security into a ghostly, negative image. Then the heat came, a physical weight that pressed against the skin, followed by the roar, a low, grinding thunder that shook the dust from the high, vaulted...
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