The Faded Portrait

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2026-08-19 10:34:19 -

The sky above the city of Oakhaven did not fall; it peeled. It came off in long, curling strips of grey cloud, revealing not stars but a vast, rotating engine of brass and bone that hung in the upper atmosphere, churning the air into a fine, metallic mist. You stood on the precipice of the Old Quarter, your boots sinking into the mud that smelled of copper and rot, and you watched the world...

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