The Distant Whispers
The roof collapsed before the dawn broke. Mara sat in the dark. Dust tasted like ash. Like old bones. The silence was heavy. It pressed against her eardrums. A thick, wet wool. She did not move. Her hands were still on the loom. The wood snapped. The beams groaned. Then the world fell. She blinked. Once. Twice. The air was cold. It smelled of wet timber and fear. Her daughter, Elara, slept in...
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