The Faded River
The bell did not ring; it screamed, a jagged tear in the fabric of the morning that sucked the air out of the lungs of every soul in the village of Oakhaven and the surrounding highlands, leaving only a ringing, metallic silence in its wake. Caleb stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots sinking into the wet, black mud that had turned the earth into a sucking pit, and he felt the vibration of...
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