The Golden Scar
The sky above the Grey Zone did not turn black so much as it simply ceased to be a ceiling, collapsing inward with a sound like a thousand sheets of glass shattering simultaneously against the silence of a world that had already forgotten how to breathe. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the field, his feet planted firmly in the mud that had once been the foundation of a library, watching the...
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