The Distant Joke
The sky did not break; it peeled away like the skin of a rotten apple, revealing not stars or the vacuum of space, but a churning, viscous gray that smelled of ozone and old copper, a smell that had been sitting in the back of the throat of every person in the valley for three days, a silence that was so loud it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums, forcing the air out of...
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