The Pale Mist
The sky above the valley did not darken with storm clouds, but with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight, pressing against your eardrums until they throbbed in time with the ancient, subterranean pulse of the earth. You were not there by choice, nor were you truly there at all, for the world you inhabited had been peeled away layer by layer, leaving only this raw, bleeding edge...
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