The Golden Visit
The sky split open at dawn. It did not thunder. It screamed. A sound like tearing metal, high and thin, that vibrated in the teeth of everyone in the village of Oakhaven. Margaret stood on the porch. Her hands were steady. Her face was blank. The garden was gone. The fence was gone. The world was a jagged wound of grey stone and black ash. Her husband, Thomas, was already gone. He had left the...
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