The Distant Crown
The sky split open like a bruised peach. Tom watched it happen. He stood on the ridge. His boots dug into the wet clay. The air tasted of ozone and copper. Then the world ended. Not with a bang. With a silence so loud it broke his teeth. The horizon vanished. In its place was a void. White. Absolute. A sheet of paper. Tom was a soldier. He had been a soldier for thirty years. He knew the weight...
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