The Distant Ghost
The storm broke the world open at dawn, a tearing of the sky that left the village of Oakhaven suspended in a grey, silent void. The ancient elm at the center of the square, the Tree of Judgment, split with a sound like a bone breaking. It fell not toward the church, but toward the well, crushing the stone rim and plunging into the dark water below. Rain fell in sheets, cold and indifferent,...
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