The Storm Pact

The storm did not arrive.

It emerged.

No warning. No wind. No weight of thunder.

One breath, the skies above Emberhold were clear.

The next, they curdled black—like ink spooling through water, veins branching across the firmament. The light dimmed. Not to dusk. Not to night.

To something older....

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