The Faded River
The tower burned. It did not collapse. It did not fall. It simply turned to ash while still standing, a pillar of white smoke rising from the center of the valley. Margaret stood on the ridge, watching the destruction of the place that had housed her life’s work. The heat reached her even at that distance. It dried the tears on her cheeks before they could form. She held her satchel tight...
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