The war started with miniscule acts of violence. Taz and Jen held hands on their balcony. Blasts below trembled their building.
“Bring it down!”
“There.” Taz nudged Jen’s attention to a ray of amber light through the smoke.
Her smile was soft, final. “The sun rose.”
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