The Distant Legend
The first crack in the foundation did not announce itself with a roar, but with a sound like a dry twig snapping under a heavy boot, followed by the faint, sickening groan of shifting earth. Margaret Holloway stood in the center of the kitchen, her hands still dusted with the pale, powdery residue of the flour she had been sifting, and watched as a hairline fracture raced across the plaster of...
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