The Distant Affair
The fire had not started in the chimney. It had started in the coal bin, a slow, hungry thing that ate the dark and swallowed the heat before the morning light could even think of touching the windowpane. Elias Thorne woke not to the roar of flames, but to the silence of their absence, a vacuum where warmth should have been. He lay in his narrow bed, the wood of the frame cold against his...
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