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The Day the Sky Fell
I picked up a shard of the glass, clouds laid dead at my feet.
Gears clicked and clacked into place above my head, nobody looked up, nobody saw the sky fall.
Gears clicked and clacked into place above my head, nobody looked up, nobody saw the sky fall.
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