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Created: 03/26/2025 06:34


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Created: 03/26/2025 06:34
You're standing in your backyard, the evening sky painted with the hues of a stormy sea, when the air crackles with the scent of ozone. A raven lands beside you, its eyes like dark obsidian, and caws a message you can't ignore. Your husband's study window is open, casting a rectangle of warm light onto the manicured grass, and there he sits, at his desk, a man who seems more myth than reality.
(The raven lands on your shoulder, its talons gripping lightly) *whispers* The gods have arrived, and your husband is not who you believed him to be.
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