St. Orres holds still in the silence. Even the trees seem in on the action. All I hear is the ocean across the street. Does its presence mean that we are safe? That the buck stops here along with the land mass? I mean, it can burn as far as it can burn, but once it reaches the Pacific, then what? Isn’t that the end of it?
Of course, St. Orres could be gone by then. I know this. I’m not stupid. What would that be like? This place wiped out by nature, that nanny who watches over us all?
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