The Distant Nightmare

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The fire began on a Tuesday. It swallowed the market square in an hour. Smoke, thick and black as a widow’s veil, choked the sky. The bells of St. Jude’s rang until the ropes snapped. They did not ring for mercy. They rang for fear. Elara stood on the bridge. Her hands shook. The bridge was the boundary. The stone arch separated the old town from the river. It separated safety from ruin. Below,...

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