The Distant Blade
The sky did not fall so much as it unraveled, a seam splitting open in the fabric of the afternoon to reveal a void that was not black, but a white so absolute it burned the eyes, a silence so heavy it pressed against the eardrums like deep water. Elias stood in the center of the meadow, the grass damp and cold against his bare feet, watching the horizon dissolve into that blinding, formless...
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