The Distant Clue
The roof caved in while I was still counting the breaths of the dying, a sudden collapse of slate and timber that turned the night into a blinding white flash of dust and starlight. I did not scream, for my throat had been closed by the shock, but the air rushed into my lungs with a violence that felt like being struck, and I stood amidst the ruins of the chapel, my hands trembling not from...
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