Consciousness slowly crept into the darkness. Echoes of last night drifted through, the screams, the explosions. As the present crept in, it was all replaced by a murmur.
My last memories were of the crowd of the market quickly thinning, though with some left behind, mangled, twisted on the ground. Now the market was full again with a river of humanity.
It only took a moment to see that they were all facing the same direction, all flowing past. There was no panic, no noise.
I sat up, surprised at the calm and quiet.
And then I noticed the tears.
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