The Distant Legend
The fire started in the root cellar, a slow, hungry thing that ate the dry straw and the burlap sacks before it ever touched the stone walls, and by the time the morning light turned the smoke into a gray veil over the village, the old apple orchard was already gone, reduced to a skeleton of blackened branches that stood like burnt fingers against the pale, indifferent sky. Thomas Bradshaw...
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