The Golden Downtown

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The sky over the valley of Oakhaven did not crack; it peeled. It was a sound like tearing silk, a long, wet shriek that pulled the attention of every living thing in the village. The clouds, which had hung heavy and grey for three days, suddenly fractured. They did not fall. They rose, lifting away from the earth like the lid of a jar, revealing a void beneath them that was not black, but a...

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