I shiver as the wind pelts me with carbon grit, but escaping the city is easy.
“What happened to the people, Mama?”
They wouldn’t understand bombs that stripped oxygen and hydrogen, but left buildings standing.
I lift a handful of carbon dust. “They became this.”
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