The Faded Quadrant

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The air tasted of copper and ozone, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat even as the shockwave of the first detonation ripped through the fabric of the sky, turning the clouds into shredded silk that hung suspended in a void that had no up or down. I was pinned beneath the rubble of what had once been a stone archway, my service pistol heavy and useless in my hand, the slide locked...

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