For King and Country
Fires and vehicle tracks defile the previously serene grass surrounding the ivory palace, the statehouse. The white pillars lining the front have patches of soot while some have missing chunks and the front doors have been broken off their hinges. A young man in a hoodie, with a glowing face, a glowing scarf, a circular light on his left wrist, and a triangular light on his chest, lands on the compound. Suddenly he becomes blinded by a bright light. An explosion? A blow to the head? The demon’s eyes adjust. It’s a spotlight. “We are now getting a report that there is a live transmission from the state House, being broadcasted on the internet. We are about to air it. It might be a message from the King. Since this is live, viewer discretion is advised.” Every television in the country s
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