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August 6, 1945. The Feast of the Transfiguration. Hiroshima.

Someone has stolen fire from the Gods. A bitch-angel spreads wings of flame into the sky, setting fire to history. The birth pangs of destruction fill the air. And now it is here, as if we’ve known it forever. The shape infects us all, false-primordial and looming. The nuclear age is naught more than a clusterfuck with more horrors waiting in the wings…