The Faded Alibi
The sky over the valley did not break; it shattered. One moment the air was still and thick with the scent of wet loam, the next it was a ceiling of iron that cracked down the center with a sound like a bone snapping in the dark. Rain did not fall. It poured from the ruptured heavens in sheets so heavy and cold that the world below lost its edges. This was not weather. This was the judgment of...
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