The sky was dark and plain. The wind didn't stir even the smallest strand of hair on the bodies lining the ground. Flies buzzed through the air on their gossamer wings, feasting on the rotting smorgasbord that lay beneath them. The bomb had not reached our family, for my father had heard of the threat and we ... ...

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