Once upon a time I was in Hiroshima.
It’s a big, bustling city; a single wrecked brick building is the only remaining physical evidence of the hell that fell from the sky on August 6, 1945.
If I recall correctly, the building was actually close to ground zero, but somehow it didn’t get vaporized. The people inside did, though. They all died instantly.
Afte…
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