The Faded Root
The sky did not fall; it peeled. It began as a subtle discoloration over the village of Oakhaven, a bruised violet that bled into a sickly, pulsating green, followed by the sudden, violent silence of the air itself. The wind stopped mid-gust. The leaves on the ancient oaks froze in their suspension, trembling not with wind, but with a frequency that made the teeth ache. Sergeant Elias Thorne...
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