The Distant Whispers
The storm hit the valley of Oakhaven not with thunder, but with a silence so profound it felt like a held breath, a suffocating vacuum that pressed against the eardrums and turned the air into something thick and heavy, almost liquid, before the first drop of rain shattered the stillness with the violence of a breaking bone. You stand in the center of the town square, your boots caked in the...
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