Light filtered primrose from an indefinable source beyond the cloud cover. No miracle to be celebrated up there. Only an assurance that further reprisals and atrocities awaited any living thing that chose to resettle these buildings. The notion that human habitation could resume beneath such a sky struck him as absurd. This was a cleansing. Those that remained were being driven into the open, probably to be annihilated in the manner of small animals beaten from cover by hunters and their hounds. And once the sky was entirely red . . . the speed with which they moved. Karl couldn’t bear to
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