The Faded Shield
The fire took the roof first. Then the beams. Then the sky. Professor Elias Thorne stood in the garden. He did not move. He watched the oak tree. It burned. The leaves curled. The bark split. The tree stood. It did not fall. It stood like a witness. The house behind him screamed. "Run," someone shouted. Elias did not run. He looked at the tree. He knew the tree. He had planted it. Twenty years...
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