The Distant Nightmare
The explosion did not shake the ground; it shook the air itself. Leo stood in the center of the town square, his mouth open, holding a red scarf. The sky above the old clock tower had torn open, revealing a void that was not dark but white, a blinding, absolute white that erased the edges of the world. People screamed, but the sound was thin, reedy, stripped of volume by the sudden change in...
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