by Smitty Granpda had a vision of his last look at the city. The hugest moon he'd ever seen, obscured by unnatural clouds. Bombers. A distant enemy had visited. A murder of ravens deployed from a lonely tree for the sudden necropolis. That had been decades ago. The country hadn’t recovered from electing foolish leaders […]
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