The Distant Joke
The fire took the bell tower first. It was not a warm fire. It was a hungry thing. It ate the oak beams. It ate the slate. It ate the silence that had lived in the hollow of the church for three hundred years. Elias stood in the mud. He watched the smoke rise. It was thick and grey. It tasted of ash and old paper. He did not run. He stood still. His boots sank into the wet earth. The rain began...
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