The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The sky over the valley of Ashwood did not break; it bled. A bruised purple hemorrhage spread across the firmament, staining the clouds until they looked like wet wool soaked in old wine. Elara stood at the edge of the precipice, her boots caked in the grey sludge of the industrial runoff that had seeped into the soil for decades, turning the once-fertile ground into a toxic paste. She was a...

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