Crimson Beacon

162 — Calamity

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*POV=SIENNA*

It felt like the sound from the gunshot was still in the air as the red cloud spread across the sky. Everyone had covered their ears when the deafening noise pierced the air, but Cal hadn’t.

She’d instinctively looked towards where the sound was coming from, almost expectant. Now, we were all staring up at the clou