The Wistful Crossroads
The sky above the sprawling, rusted industrial park of Oakhaven did not merely darken; it bruised. A deep, arterial purple bled into the horizon, swallowing the pale afternoon light and casting long, distorted shadows across the cracked asphalt where the delivery trucks idled with their engines ticking like dying hearts. It was in this oppressive twilight that the incident occurred, a sudden...
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