The Distant Blade
The great cathedral of St. Jude’s, which had stood for three centuries as the beating heart of the city, did not fall so much as it exhaled, a long, shuddering breath of stone and timber that turned into a roar, as the fire that had been eating its western tower since midnight finally found the main nave, and the air, which had been thick with the smell of wet ash and ozone, suddenly turned...
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