Cicada

Three white horses stand still at the base of a ruined steeple. Their flanks streaked with ash; flakes drift through the air. The sky is split with fire—objects falling, fast and bright, trailing smoke. The church is half-collapsed, its bell swinging dumb. Hooves strike the stone—slow, then faster.

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