The Pale Banner
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a silence so profound it felt like the air itself was being sucked out of the world, leaving behind only the hollow echo of your own breath. You remember the moment the ceiling began to sag, the plaster dusting the room in a fine, grey snow that settled on your shoulders and the heavy wool of the coat draped over the chair by the window. It was a...
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