The Wistful Skyline
The sky above the village of Oakhaven did not merely fall; it collapsed with the heavy, wet thud of a felled oak, turning the daylight into a bruised and suffocating twilight that pressed against the shutters of the old manor like a living thing. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the library, his hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, unbearable weight of the silence that had...
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