Monday, November 10, 2008


Trails in the dusk, falling stars in groups. Orsen saw the first of the meteor storm from a distance, abstract, like a memory dredged up from long ago. As they burned up, the atmosphere smiting them in its fury, Orsen turned his back on the beautiful sky, and faced the cold, dark earth. The road from here to the nearest shelter would be long and arduous, and he was in a particular hurry to get going. They wouldn't be far behind him.

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