OutwardA Chapter by R. L. HillOutward At its narrowest space, The crack spanned forty miles. If there had been a bird able to fly high enough to see its length, It would appear as nothing but A jagged V cut into the dry crust.
On either side was an expanse of dead land. It no longer sizzled under the constant sun, for it Had suffered heat for too long. The protesting hiss of steam evaporating from the night's reprieve Grew weary before silent.
Outward Outward Outward
This expanse This nightmare Of continual hellish heat Stretched Till it dared to claim its name from the vastness.
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