The Faded Road
The collapse of the eastern gable was not a sudden event but a slow exhalation of the house into the earth, a final, groaning surrender of timber and thatch to the gravity that had been pulling at its joints for decades. Elias Thorne watched the dust settle from the safety of the lower corridor, his hands trembling not with fear but with the sudden, violent clarity of a man who has just...
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