The Wistful Saga
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a scream that tore through the humid air of the coastal highway, shattering the illusion of a peaceful Sunday afternoon. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the churning inferno, the heat pressing against his uniform like a physical weight, his face a mask of soot and exhaustion. The building, a grandiose Victorian manor known locally as The...
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