The Distant Temple
The fire did not start with a spark, but with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against your eardrums. You were standing in the kitchen of your mother’s house in Oakhaven, a town that had long ceased to exist on any map but still clung to the edges of the state like a splinter in the flesh of the region. The smoke had already consumed the roof, turning the sky into a...
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