The Wistful Silence
The sky over the village of Oakhaven did not crack; it shattered. The blue expanse, long a steady, indifferent canvas above the thatched roofs and stone walls, fractured into a million jagged shards of white light that rained down not as water, but as silence. It was a silence so heavy it pressed against the eardrums, a physical weight that stole the breath from the lungs of every soul within...
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