The Pale Garden
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a sigh, a long and terrible exhalation that tore through the silence of the Blackwood estate like a wound in the fabric of the night, and when the first tendrils of smoke curled up through the floorboards of the main hall, Elara Vance was not afraid, for fear had long since calcified into a dense, dark stone in her chest that she had mistaken for...
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