First Line Fridays Prompt

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“That last time.

The red sky. . .

How does a book thief end up kneeling and howling and flanked by a man-made heap of ridiculous, greasy, cooked-up rubble?

Years earlier, the start was snow.

The time had come. For one.”

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I’ll bet you know this one already.

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