The Distant Ghost
The fire did not consume the bakery in a single, dramatic exhalation of flame, but rather in a slow, suffocating embrace that turned the very air into a heavy, cloying syrup of smoke and char, leaving Elias Thorne standing in the street with his hands still clenched around a loaf of bread that was rapidly becoming a brick of ash in his palms. The sky above the town of Oakhaven, a place where...
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