The Wistful Skyline
The storm broke over the Appalachian ridgeline not with a thunderclap, but with a silence so profound it felt like the air itself had been sucked out of the valley, leaving the pines to sway in a vacuum that hummed with the static of impending ruin. Elara Vance, who had not spoken a word in seven years, stood at the threshold of her crumbling stone cottage, watching the rain begin to fall in...
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