The Distant Whispers

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The sky tore open at noon. It did not thunder. It did not crack. It simply split, a seam of white light running from horizon to horizon, and the rain that fell was not water. It was ash. Fine, grey, smelling of old paper and burnt sugar. Maggie stood in the center of the field. Her boots sank into the wet earth. She held her daughter, Elise, against her chest. The child was silent. Too silent....

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