The Twilight Loop
The town of Oakhaven existed in a permanent state of amber. The sun never fully rose and never truly set; it simply hovered at the horizon, casting long, distorted shadows that seemed to move independently of the people who cast them. Thomas woke up at 6:00 AM to the sound of a distant, rhythmic tolling of a bell. He knew the routine. He would brush his teeth with a toothbrush that felt...
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