The blast tore the world open. In a single breath, laughter turned to sirens, and a quiet Missouri snow day became a nightmare no one could wake from. Two brothers gone, a home erased, a town left standing in the ashes of what used to be ordinary life. No one saw it coming, and no one can sto… Continues…
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