The Unraveling Nexus

The Heartwood Grove was no longer the peaceful sanctuary of my memories. The ancient oaks, once stately sentinels of life, now stood rigid under a blanket of malevolent purple light, their leaves shriveled as if by winter’s touch. The air, usually thick with the scent of moss and ozone, tasted of as...

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