The Distant Joke
The storm did not arrive so much as it settled, a heavy, suffocating blanket of grey that swallowed the town of Oakhaven whole, pinning us down beneath a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums, a silence that smelled of wet rot and ancient stone and the metallic tang of fear that had begun to seep into the air before the first thunderclap even split the...
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