C591 Broken Hand and Fruit
The passing of the Witchman signaled the collapse of Sagecliff's heavens.
This day was fated to be harsh. Sagecliff was a dead end, and its inhabitants were trapped with no escape.
A light rain began to fall, mingling with the blood on the ground, slowly forming crimson rivulets that meandered toward lower ground. Some who had fallen rose again, yet they were no longer the same