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... hin, exhausted stripes, its watery light stumbling over soot-smeared stone and cinder-clotted grass. A weak sun tried to ignite the horizon—it only made the ash glint like dull iron shavings.
The pulses came again.
Wump.
A slow amber flare pushed up from the fissures, staining the fog the color of old honey. It lasted the space of two heartbeats, then ebbed, leaving the ground to shiver and settle. Forty-seven seconds later it would come again; everyone had counted enough ...
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