The Faded Guest
The sky above the village of Oakhaven did not simply darken; it peeled away like old paint from a rotting fence, revealing a void that was not black but a bruised, pulsating violet that seemed to hum against the eardrums with a frequency only the dying could hear, and in that terrible silence that followed the initial rupture, Silas Thorne, the last standing officer of the night watch, felt the...
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