The Distant Journey
The fire did not roar, as the movies had promised it would, but rather hissed and choked in the dry, brittle silence of the autumn night, swallowing the history of the town in a slow, suffocating embrace that left you standing on the cracked asphalt of the main street, watching the sky turn a bruised and terrible purple while the heat pressed against your skin like a living, accusing hand. You...
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