Note 10/11/2022 8:23:40 Am - Online Notepad <High-Quality>

The figure held out two objects: a small, intricately carved wooden flute and a heavy, iron key.

The heavy scent of ozone filled the air as Elara stepped out of her small cottage, the same way it had every morning for the past twenty years. But today, the sky was a bruised purple, and the birds were silent. She knew the storm was coming, a storm unlike any her village had ever seen. Note 10/11/2022 8:23:40 AM - Online Notepad