Wind blows - a gentle caress of cool against the agonising heat. Overhead a condor soars in majestic aerial pirouettes, obscuring the burning sun with gnarled wings of muddied ebony.
Silence reigns – omnipresent overlord.
Wooden balustrades strain under the weight of saloons, houses, shops. Through tired shutters - caked in peeling paint – figures peer, eyes brimming with fragile apprehension. Outside the street is empty, bar the two isolated forms.
Silence reigns – ruler of this dilapidated kingdom.
They stand detached, hands resting uneasily on leather holsters. With a menacing prescience, a morbid miasma floats ominously.
Silence rei-
A shot rings out.
Silence is deposed – dethroned by the echo of rebounding destruction in the boundless emptiness.
One walks away. The second lies fallen - a ruby pool of failure engulfing it.
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