The Faded Root
The sky didn’t turn black so much as it simply stopped being, a sudden and total cessation of light that left us standing in a grey, humming void where the air tasted of copper and ozone, and I remember thinking with a detached, bureaucratic clarity that this was not how we had planned the end of the world, not the orderly retreat into the bunkers or the quiet surrender to the silence, but this...
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