The Faded Photograph

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The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a roar, a sudden exhalation of the house’s own breath, turning the ancient oak beams into a chorus of cracking, screaming sentinels that shed their centuries of dust and silence into the night air. It was a sound that tore through the fabric of the midnight stillness, a violent unraveling of the world as Aldous knew it, and he stood in the center of...

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