The Faded Guest
The bell tolled not for the hour, but for the breach. It was a low, sickening groan that seemed to rise from the earth itself, shaking the dust from the rafters of the great hall. Outside, the sky had turned the color of a bruise, purple and swollen, swallowing the sun before it had fully set. The village of Oakhaven lay silent. Not the silence of peace, but the silence of a held breath. Elias...
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