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... Veil tore, after the King That Wasn’t uttered his curse, the howling stopped. The skies quieted. The streets stilled. No wind stirred. No bird cried. Not even the flickering gaslights dared hum.
Dreadmoor stood in perfect, suffocating silence.
Evelyn Blackmoor emerged from the ruins of the cathedral, her breath a faint cloud in the unnatural stillness. The air felt thick—like standing underwater. Each step echoed not with sound, but with memory, as though the city itself now reme ...
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