The Golden Downtown
The sky over the village of Oakhaven did not merely darken; it hemorrhaged. It was a bruise spreading across the firmament, a deep, arterial purple that swallowed the stars before they had even begun to blink. The air tasted of copper and ozone, a metallic tang that coated the backs of throats and settled into the marrow. Elias Thorne stood on the ridge above the valley, his fingers gripping...
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