The Pale Exile
The explosion did not make a sound at first. It was a sudden, violent absence of air, a white flash that erased the night and the city skyline in a single, blinding blink. Then the shockwave arrived, a physical wall of heat and debris that slammed into Sergeant Elias Thorne, driving him into the mud of the embankment. He lay there, his face pressed against the cold, wet earth, tasting copper...
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