The Faded Dust
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eaves of the Guildhall, a silence that swallowed the sound of the looms and the murmur of the apprentices until only the ticking of the great clock in the tower remained, a singular, merciless heartbeat marking the passage of time toward an inevitable and terrible conclusion....
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