The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-18 15:25:41 -

The fire took the chapel in the hour before dawn. You saw the smoke first. It rose like a black pillar against the grey sky. The wood groaned. The stone cracked. You stood in the mud. Your hands were empty. Your body was not yours. It was a vessel of ash and memory. You had walked for three days. The rain had not stopped. Your shoes were soaked. Your feet were raw. You were no man. You were a...

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