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... ce the sun began to set—even knowing that the sun there never fully rose.
Veilmoor was the kind of place that seemed perpetually suspended between a cloudy afternoon and an early night.
During the day, the sky was a low ceiling of heavy clouds, stained with gray and purple, and the light filtered through weakly, as if it didn’t want to disturb. The trees surrounding the village were tall and skeletal, intertwining with thick vines like snakes, creating tunnels of shadow that whis ...
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