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Scorched Earth

Last Cigarette Under The Rock He was the last of forty-four. Educated killers in clean boots. The best, they said, then broke. Forty-three went into stone. Into fluorescent burrows, teeth bared. They fought until numbers meant…

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…He closed his eyes, not in surrender, but in acceptance. He felt a profound sense of peace wash over him, a release from the guilt, the pain, the loneliness. He was no longer Kaelen-7, the survivor. He was a part of something greater, something ancient. He was light. He was fire. He was the song the world had forgotten how to sing, finally finding its voice. The last thing he felt was warmth, a gentle embrace, before the light consumed him entirely. He was no longer breathing. He was no longer afraid. He was finally home.

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