The Wistful Asylum

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The sky split open above the village of Oakhaven not with thunder, but with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against your eardrums. You were seven years old, standing in the garden with a bucket of water on your head, and you watched as the horizon peeled back like wet parchment. The sun did not go down; it dissolved. In its place, a vast, bruised purple void...

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