The Distant Metropolis
The house did not burn; it exhaled, a long, shuddering breath of orange and black that swallowed the night whole, leaving only the charred skeleton of what had been a home standing against the indifferent, starless sky. It was a soundless catastrophe, the kind that happens in the deep quiet of a Tuesday evening when the world feels fragile enough to break under the weight of its own silence,...
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