BENEATH A CRIMSON SKY AN

Beneath a Crimson Sky an

The sun bled crimson across the horizon, painting the clouds in hues of ember. A chill pervaded through the air, carrying with it the scent of pine needles. Silhouettes stretched long and thin as the last rays of light vanished. The world held its breath in anticipation of the night to come. Beneath this eerie sky, secrets uncoiled. Whispers da

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