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Chapter 14: Cracks in Reality
Author: B. Mocin
last update2026-10-26 19:20:40

The sky wasn't just turning dark; it was unzipping. A jagged, violet scar tore across the horizon above Oakhaven, pulsing like a ruptured vein. Xavren stood in the middle of the street, neck craned, his satchel pulling at his shoulder like a dead weight.

"Look at it," a woman beside him whispered, her voice trembling. "What is that?"

Xavren didn't answer. He watched a baker, a man he’d bought bread from just that morning, stop mid-step. The baker’s shadow elongated, detached from his heels, and
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