The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The sky cracked open like an egg. You remember the sound. It was not a thunderclap. It was a snap, sharp and final, like a bone breaking under weight. The village of Oakhaven lay below you, but it was no longer a village. It was a smear of grey ash and broken timber. You stood on the ridge, your boots sinking into the mud that had turned to black slurry. The air tasted of copper and burnt...

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