The Distant Affair
The sky above the valley of Oakhaven did not break; it bruised. A deep, arterial purple spread across the horizon, bleeding into the grey mist that clung to the ancient oaks. You stood at the edge of the cliff, your boots sinking into the wet, black earth, holding the iron compass in your left hand. The brass casing was cold, slick with condensation, and the needle inside trembled violently,...
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