The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The sky above Oakhaven did not fall. It shattered. It happened at dawn, while the fog still clung to the valley floor like a burial shroud. You were walking to the mill. Your boots were wet. The mud was cold against your ankles. You stopped. You looked up. The blue of the morning did not fade. It cracked. Thin lines of white light spread across the heavens. Then, pieces of the air began to...

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