Under a Scarlet Sky

A chill wind whispered through the desolate landscape, rustling the dry leaves that carpeted the ground. The sun, a molten orb, sank below the horizon, casting long, ominous shadows over the barren terrain. A sense of unease hung heavy in the air, as if the very sky itself quivered with impending ruin. The stars, usually so clear, were hidden behin

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