The Song
Разное | 4 мая
Источник: takoekino.pro
The radio in the Grey Zone finally caught a clear frequency. It was not a news bulletin, nor the voice of an announcer. It was a song, drifting from that place where the seam had finally unraveled. A woman’s voice — cracked, blue as old silk, as faded crepe de chine — floated over the ashes of Hanover, and in that voice, there was no hope, only the acknowledgment of the triumph of the void
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