The Distant Joke
The sky did not crack; it peeled. It came away in long, tattered strips of grey parchment, revealing not the sun, but a void so absolute it seemed to drink the light from the eyes of those who looked up. In the town of Oakhaven, a place that had always prided itself on the solidity of its stone walls and the permanence of its laws, the sky fell. It was not a dramatic collapse. There was no...
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