The Wistful Witness
The sky broke open not with thunder, but with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums. Seraphina watched the horizon bleed a bruised purple, the light of the world dying in a single, swift exhale. She stood at the edge of the chasm, her boots sinking into the loose, dry earth that crumbled beneath her like stale bread. The wind was cold, carrying the...
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