The Pale Letter
The fire did not begin with a spark, nor with the careless tossing of a cigarette into the dry, brittle thatch of the roof, but rather it started in the marrow of Sir Aldous Vane’s bones, a slow, creeping rot that had been feeding on the estate’s very foundation for decades, and it was only when the heat became so immense that the air itself seemed to liquefy, turning the heavy oak beams of the...
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