The Distant Threshold
The fire took the roof before it took the walls, a sudden, violent exhalation of orange light that swallowed the silence of the valley whole. You stood in the ash-choked air, the heat a physical weight against your skin, and watched the timber groan and collapse into a heap of smoking ruin. It was not your house, nor your farm, nor your life that was burning, but the sensation of loss was so...
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