The Distant Journey

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The sky tore open. I felt it before I heard it. A vibration in the teeth. A hum in the marrow. Then the sound. Not thunder. A snap. Like a giant breaking a bone. We were on the ridge. The wind was dead. The air tasted of ozone and iron. "Stay down," I said. My voice sounded flat. Dead. Elias didn't move. He looked up. His eyes were wide. White. The whites of his eyes were burning. "Elias," I...

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