The Distant Journey
The sky did not fall. It peeled. It began as a seam in the azure above the county fairground, a thin, white line of absence that widened until the blue skin of the world tore open. Through the gash, there was no darkness, only a light so pure it felt like a physical weight, pressing against the retina, against the bone. The crowd did not scream. They stood still, their faces upturned, their...
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