The Wistful Letter
The explosion did not make a sound at first, only a sudden, absolute absence of light that swallowed the heavy oak doors of the manor, a vacuum that sucked the air from my lungs before the shockwave arrived to shatter the glass and turn the world into a symphony of splinters and screaming brick. I am not a man of action, nor a warrior in the traditional sense, though the uniform I wore, the...
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