A chunk of pale grey, like dirty ice, broke from the top of the dome. With an eerie whistle, it plunged to the grass and sank into the soil. The grey hissed and fizzled, evaporating into thin air. A hush fell upon the field.
And then they had a big battle and everybody died.
The End
Question is, would my editor let me get away with it?
And then they had a big battle and everybody died.
The End
Question is, would my editor let me get away with it?
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