Recap: On the twenty-first day of midwinter, the setting sun bled across the sky, staining the Locust God's resurrection altar in a dim, ominous crimson.
The bluestone path cast a cold gleam beneath the fading light, and the wind rustled through the courtyard, sending fallen leaves swirling. Only the bronze bells hanging from the eaves chimed with a lonely, lingering cadence in the gathering dusk, as if steeping the entire old town's twilight in a silent jar of wine.
Yet beneath this seemingly tranquil surface, a massive crisis was quietly descending.
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