The Golden Master
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a silence so absolute it felt like a physical weight pressing against the windows of the elementary school in Millhaven, a silence that swallowed the usual hum of the radiator and the distant, rhythmic thrum of the traffic on Route 9 until the world seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of a violence that had already occurred in the mind of the...
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