Stilttown stood in the middle of desolation. When the world was dying, they took their supplies and sheet metal walls and built upward, securing all the lumber they could before the forest burned. They watched the End of the World from on high, believing that it could not reach them.
When the refugees came after, they still sat and watched, condemning them to die.
When I came to Stilttown, I called up. They still refused my entry. So I took out my solar-powered electric chainsaw, a valuable relic of the old days, and showed them that no perch is inviolable.

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