The Faded Chronicle
The sky above the valley did not break; it peeled away, like the skin of a ripe pear turning brown and soft, revealing a darkness beneath that was not night but an absence of light, a void that swallowed the horizon whole. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the mud, his boots sinking with a wet, sucking sound that seemed to echo in the hollow of his chest, watching the air ripple and distort as the...
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