The Faded Portrait

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The sky did not break open; it collapsed. It happened at the height of noon, when the sun hung like a white eye over the village of Oakhaven, and the air grew thick with the smell of ozone and wet stone. The village elders, men whose faces were carved by the same wind that had weathered the cliffs, looked up and saw the heavens bleed a color that had no name. It was not red, nor black, but a...

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