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Death and Resurrection (The Ballad of Broken Song Book 1)

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by Simon Birks


  They were being pushed out of the way by something from below. A hand appeared. It was small. A child’s hand, dusty but whole.

  Then, twenty feet away, another hand. The broken stones moved, and the rubble became a shimmering sea of stone. Slowly, silently, the children appeared through it.

  Five. Ten. Twenty. One hundred. Three hundred. More. Many more.

 

 

 


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