The Faded Road
The fire started in the basement of the old textile mill on 4th Street, a place where the air always tasted of rust and wet wool, and it consumed the city’s most cherished relic, the Great Mirror of St. Jude’s, in a single, screaming hour. The flames did not just burn the building; they ate the reflection. Margaret Holloway stood on the corner of 5th and Main, her coat collar turned up against...
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