BENEATH A HERETICAL CANOPY

Beneath a Heretical Canopy

The celestial dome hung low and heavy, a canvas of churning veils that pulsed with an unnatural shimmer. It was a spectacle that begged both {awe and dread. The very air throbbed with a unholy energy, as if the heavens themselves were corrupted. This was no ordinary day; this was a day where the hallowed harmony had been broken, and in its place em

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