I can’t recall the first time it happened. I do know the day was overcast the second. He walked with a gait befitting a man of his position. There was an arrogance to it. His face was nondescript but as he lifted his eyes … ‘Wait, I’ve seen those eyes before,’ I thought. ‘I last saw those eyes ages ago on a day I can’t remember.’ I briefly caught a glint in the faint sunlight, a flash of smoke and fire. The dust kicked up. I clutched my chest and fell through six layers of earth. ‘It’s unfortunate,’ I thought, ‘knowing how it ends – dust infecting every pore, stinging the eyes, coating the nostrils.’ I felt like coughing but something heavy weighed on my chest. The third time was just like the last except the sun was shining. I remember because it burnt my eyes.
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