The Faded Portrait

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The sky tore 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, a void where the sun had been and where the wind now refused to blow, leaving the air stagnant and thick with the scent of ozone and crushed lavender. You stood in the center of the square, your hands trembling not from fear but from the...

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