The Distant Promise
The sky above the blackened fields of the valley did not fall so much as it shattered, a colossal pane of glass fracturing into shards of bruised purple and sickly green that rained down upon the earth with a sound like the grinding of ancient bones. I stood there, my uniform torn and stained with the red dust of the place, watching the horizon dissolve into a mist that tasted of copper and old...
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