The Faded Apartment
The rain lashed against the leaded glass of the watchtower, a relentless drumming that matched the frantic beating of Silas’s heart. He stood in the center of the square, his boots caked in the grey mud of the village, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that felt heavier with every passing second. Around him, the townspeople of Oakhaven moved with a strange, synchronized slowness, their...
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