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Like a candle, the rising sun stood like a flickering flame, burning atop the thin wickers that made the tree line. They both fell silent as they walked out from beneath the brush; He squeezed her hand as they gazed, watching the colours that made the horizon. A deep orange, dyed deeper than any bolt of cloth, silhouetted the tree line. Next, around the golden sphere that hung in the sky, radiated a butter yellow, the colour that painted daisy petals. The fresh scent of woodland pines and moist soil wafted through the air as he beheld the ca...
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By the time he had left the factory, the sun had just about fallen behind the ragged city skyline. Burnt buildings, collapsed roofs, two or three storey blocks fallen onto their sides, with bricks and chunks of stone spilling onto the earth, made mounds and hills where there had been flat land. If anyone braved them, perhaps they could see the entirety of the city from where they stood. People would often crowd around them for days, crying and screaming as they lifted rock and tossed loose stone. Amar shook his head, it was a terrible busin...
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