The Golden Downtown
The fire did not begin as a whisper, but as a scream of orange and black that swallowed the entire eastern ridge in a single, suffocating breath, turning the sky above the valley into a bruised and bleeding canvas where the stars had been violently erased by the heat, and it was into this apocalypse, this sudden and total annihilation of the natural order, that Sir Elias Thorne walked, his...
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