The Faded Photograph

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The fire did not come with a whisper, but with a scream that tore the throat of the night open. It began in the rafters, a dry, crackling hiss that bloomed into a roaring orange maw, swallowing the timber and the memory of your father’s house in a single, violent breath. You stood in the courtyard, the cobblestones slick with rain and soot, watching the great oak beams of the manor collapse...

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