Before Night Falls
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Tue, Apr 7, 2015
“There you go,” she whispers at the ground, patting it like one would a crying child, “You’re safe now.” Slowly she moves to lie on her back, begriming her shining white dress and tangling her neatly brushed auburn her, giving her a disheveled look. She looks at her watch; it is 5:32. She looks up at the sky. Bits of flaming chunks of metal fly around in the ashen sky. The sight is truly stunning. This must be karma, she thinks to herself, karma works in beautiful ways - barbaros, but beautiful. She takes her last breath and feels her grasp of senses disappear.
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