The Pale Echo
The sky above the city of Oakhaven did not crack; it simply ceased to exist, peeling away in vast, silent sheets of indigo and violet to reveal the raw, bleeding white of the void beneath, a wound in the fabric of the world that exhaled a cold, ancient breath into the streets where you stood, gripping the hilt of your sword with hands that had once belonged to a man who believed in the sanctity...
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