The Wistful Voyage

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The sky did not fall; it peeled. It began as a flaking of the firmament above the ironworks, a great scab of cloud lifting to reveal a void that was not black, but a bruised, pulsing violet. I stood on the gantry of the foundry, the heat of the molten slag licking at my ankles, and watched the world dissolve into a geometric nightmare. There were no screams. The air had become too thick, too...

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