The sky above Elder Lee’s hidden estate didn't just break; it hemorrhaged. The first crack of thunder was a jagged, tectonic roar that seemed to split the very foundations of the mountain range. It wasn't the clean, rolling thunder of a natural summer storm; it was a heavy, dissonant boom, a sound of ancient gears grinding together that vibrated through the marrow of Samantha’s bones. Rain began to fall in a sudden, violent sheet. These were not soft drops, but cold, needle-like projectiles that tasted of iron and ancient dust, a caustic downpour that seemed intent on scrubbing the very life from the forest floor.The forest pressed in, dark and oppressive, the trees transformed into twisted, skeletal sentinels by the strobe-light flashes of violet-tinged lightning. Every branch scratching against its neighbor sounded like a whetstone on a blade, a chorus of thousand knives being readied for a slaughter. The air was a suffocating soup of ozone, decaying pine needles, and the sharp, met
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