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Celia saw the ad in the morning paper. She’d peered over Robert’s shoulder as she poured the tea, and the bold text stood out.
They came like fire. No warning, no premonition. Our world changed overnight. They poured from the stratosphere, unrelenting…
A fairy tale retelling of The Constant Tin Soldier
In the depths of the earth,in a secret cave,beneath trees, beneath earth and rock,a deadly horde awaits the end of time.
I left the book out of reach, but Petey’s gleefully ripping pages out. He grins as I extract soggy paper from his mouth.