The Golden Song
The fire that consumed the Whitmore house on the hill did not begin with a spark, nor did it begin with the dry tinder of the autumn wind, though the town would later agree on both as convenient explanations for a tragedy that defied logic. It began, in the memory of Elias Whitmore, with the sound of a hymn being sung by a choir that had not yet arrived, a phantom harmony that vibrated in the...
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