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The last sunrise on Earth was a garish mockery of hope. A bruised violet bleeding into crimson, it cast long, skeletal shadows across the parched earth. From his vantage point atop the husk of the Sydney Opera House, Dr. Eos Davies watched the dying sun paint the cracked sky with its farewell. Beneath him, the skeletal city choked on its own dust, an echo of the metropolis it once was.

The Dead Earth

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