By day, black skies; By night, a pillar of brimstone

The earliest warning we had was swarms of gulls; flocks and flocks of sea birds speckling the skies as they came to rest upon the shores. This was days before the first tremors came, aftershocks from far off past the horizon where sky and sea kiss. I hope you never have to feel such trembles of the stable Earth, child. We had no idea what was hot on the tail feathers of the gulls.

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