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... psed highway, the world had gone still. The wind—so fierce only hours ago, had died completely. Only the stars remained in motion—spilling across the sky in quiet procession, ancient and silent and painfully bright.
The fire cracked softly.
It was small—contained. No higher than a foot. Green tongues danced lazily around a nest of gathered stone. Its glow painted the underpass in strokes of green and blue, casting long, broken shadows across the cracked foundation.
They a ...
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