The Distant Legend
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a sound, a low, resonant hum that seemed to rise from the foundations of the earth itself, a vibration that settled into the marrow of the bones of every resident in the valley of Oakhaven. It was a Tuesday in late October, the air crisp and carrying the metallic tang of approaching rain, when the town’s collective memory, housed in the Great...
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