Entire planets. Black glass and molten soil, atmospheres boiling away, enough ash thrown up into what's left of the air to cause something like a nuclear winter. [ His fingers stroke lightly over the back of Miles' hand. ] I never went back home, after I left it, never got to see what became of it. It's probably better that way.
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Entire planets. Black glass and molten soil, atmospheres boiling away, enough ash thrown up into what's left of the air to cause something like a nuclear winter. [ His fingers stroke lightly over the back of Miles' hand. ] I never went back home, after I left it, never got to see what became of it. It's probably better that way.