The Faded Apartment
The sky above the village of Oakhaven did not break so much as it exhaled, a long, shuddering sigh that turned the cobblestones slick with a rain that smelled of iron and old blood. Seraphina Ashworth stood on the threshold of her home, her hands trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, vibrating weight of the silence that followed the storm, for in the ancient laws of this place,...
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