The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The sky tore open. Not with thunder. Not with rain. It tore like wet paper, revealing a void of absolute, silent white. We stood on the ridge, the wind whipping our coats, and watched the world end. Or begin. It was hard to tell. The horizon dissolved into mist. The trees at the edge of the forest bent, not from wind, but from the weight of something unseen pressing down. I looked at Elias. He...

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