The Wistful Skyline

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2026-08-18 03:27:24 -

The bell rang out of the dark, a single, iron-throated note that split the air and froze the blood in my veins. I was on the ramparts, the stone slick with condensation that smelled of rot and ancient rain. Below, the town of Oakhaven slept under a blanket of mist, unaware that the sky had begun to bleed. It wasn’t blood, not exactly. It was a bruised, purple darkness, thick as tar, swirling in...

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