The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The sky split open before the sun rose. It was not a storm. Storms have warning. Storms have breath. This was a severance. The horizon, that thin line where the earth surrendered to the air, simply gave way. A chasm of violet light, deeper than any twilight, yawned across the heavens above the city of Oakhaven. The sound was not thunder. It was a silence so profound it pressed against the...

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