The Wistful Silence

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The sky broke open not with thunder, but with a sound like the world tearing its own skin, a wet, fibrous rip that exposed the raw, pink meat of the heavens beneath the blue, and you stood in the square, holding the small, cold stone in your left hand, feeling the vibration of the end of the world travel up through the soles of your boots and settle, heavy and final, in the center of your...

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