The Faded Chronicle
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums of the old Victorian house in the industrial sprawl of North Leeds, where the soot from the nearby ironworks had long since settled into the very mortar of the walls, turning the white plaster into a shade of bruised grey that matched the sky above, a sky that had not...
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