The Wistful Show
The fire began not with a spark, but with a sound, a low, resonant hum that vibrated in the teeth of everyone present in the Grand Hall. It was a sound that did not belong to the architecture of stone and oak, nor to the breath of the men in uniform who stood guard along the polished floors. Captain Elias Thorne felt it first as a pressure behind his eyes, a tightening of the air in his lungs....
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