UNDER A PROFANE CANOPY

Under a Profane Canopy

The sky hung low and heavy, a canvas of churning clouds that pulsed with an unnatural light. It was a spectacle that prompted both {awe and dread. The very air crackled with a unholy energy, as if the heavens themselves were corrupted. This was no ordinary day; this was a day where the divine harmony had been shattered, and in its place emerged som

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