The explosion lit up the sky.

  No last words. No grand gesture.

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  Just a spark.

  And then nothing

  Years later, a boy played by a river.

  “Kael!” his mother called. “Dinner!”

  She didn’t know why she’d named him that. The sound had just felt… right.

  Downstream, rusted metal glinted in the mud.

  No one stopped to look.