The Faded Dust
The sky split open not with a thunderclap but with a silent, violent tearing of the air, as if the heavens themselves had been ripped from the shoulder by an invisible, angry god, and in that moment the world lost its color, its sound, and its right to exist, leaving only the raw, bleeding truth of my own shattered spine exposed to the wind. I stood in the middle of the high desert, that vast...
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