The Faded Ruin
The sky fell. Not metaphorically. It tore. You felt the heat before the sound. A wall of orange light. It swallowed the spires of the city. It swallowed the cobblestones. It swallowed the air in your lungs. You ran. Your feet hit the pavement. Hard. Fast. The crowd was a river of panic. Bodies crashed into bodies. You were small. You were fast. You were alone. You clutched the box. It was...
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