The Distant Affair
The hearthstone cracked. It was a sound like a bone snapping under a heavy boot. Old Silas watched the fissure spread, a jagged vein of darkness cutting through the warm, glowing clay. He did not move. He did not speak. The fire roared, a beast of orange and shadow, devouring the oak logs until they were nothing but ash and memory. Outside, the wind howled against the shutters of the manor...
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