Singular Prism by Kathleen Roxby

Two Centuries Later

...Poom! A whistle-scream through the darkness, brilliance blossoms, fades down the sky....Children’s giggled delight...Deep slumber memory stirs and wakes...Poom! White fire traces down the blackness of the night screams and whimpers echo in the hills....

Shadows

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Another Spectrum

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