The Faded Apartment
The sky tore open not with thunder but with a sound like wet silk ripping, a sharp, intimate shriek that silenced the entire valley of Elara in a single, suffocating breath. It was the morning of the Long Walk, that ancient pilgrimage where the children of the upper estates were sent into the wilds to find the Source, a rite of passage that had stood for a thousand years, unchanged and...
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