The Distant Affair
The fire began not with a spark, but with a silence so profound it seemed to press against the eardrums like deep water. In the great stone keep of Ashworth, where the air smelled perpetually of damp wool and old iron, the silence broke only when the bell tolled for the third time. It was a sound that had rung for a century, marking the hours of labor and the hours of sleep, but on this night...
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