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Category: Apocalypse

The Star Wormwood

1_ He could remember the news report from the day before. The anchor man looking deeply, earnestly, gravely, into the camera. Saffron yellow dots on his cornflower-blue neck-tie. It really brought out his eyes, that tie. “Experts recommend,” he said, “that everyone make their way to an underground shelter.” As if they hadn’t stopped building bomb-shelters in the sixties. Some places never even started. “Even the basement of your house,” he said, “will provide some…