The Distant Ghost
The roof came down. It didn’t fall. It dissolved. One second the tin was there, cold and sharp against the November wind. The next second, it was gone. Just gone. And the smoke came up. Not a wisp. A wall of grey, oily, choking the sky. Elias looked up. He didn’t blink. He just looked up at the hole where his life used to be. The firemen were already there. Or they would be. In this city, they...
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