V-01-无声的末日-202606011542
The rain had not stopped for forty-seven days. Colonel Edmund Blackwood stood at the window of the study in his Yorkshire estate, watching the moors dissolve into gray. The tea on the desk beside him had gone cold. He did not notice. Outside, the world was disappearing star by star. Three months. That was what the astronomers had calculated—the time between the Devourer's arrival at the edge of...
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