The Wistful Skyline
The explosion did not make a sound at first. It made a presence. A wall of silence, thick and hot, rolled over the ridge where Elias Thorne was crouched behind the shattered remains of a pre-war surveyor’s theodolite. The air tasted of copper and burnt ozone. When the noise finally caught up, it was a roar that seemed to tear the sky open, a violent unraveling of the atmosphere that left Elias...
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