The Pale Banner
The fire did not begin with a spark, nor with a match, but with a sudden, terrifying absence of air that seemed to pull the very breath from the lungs of the house, leaving the great oak beams of the mill not to burn but to groan under the weight of an invisible, crushing pressure that had descended upon the valley of Ashworth like a heavy, wet blanket of smoke and silence. Thomas Bradshaw, a...
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