The Wistful Ashes
The fire started in the basement of the Community Archives at three in the morning, a slow, hungry thing that the sprinklers could not catch because the pipes had been frozen for a week, a neglect that the city council had cited as a minor administrative failure rather than a structural sin. By the time the first siren wailed across the valley, the roof had collapsed inward, sending a plume of...
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