The Pale Bridge
The sky tore open not with thunder but with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against your eardrums, a vacuum that sucked the air from the lungs of the valley before the first ember fell. You were standing on the edge of the precipice, watching the world burn below, the ancient forests of the Ashwood turning into columns of black smoke that reached up to scrub the...
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