The Pale Shadows
The house did not burn, at least not in the way the firemen had predicted, nor in the way the neighbors expected, nor in the way that would have satisfied the terrible, hungry silence that had settled over the village of Oakhaven like a burial shroud. It stood there, a skeletal monument to its own endurance, the blackened timbers weeping soot into the frost-hardened earth, the windows shattered...
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