The Distant Summer
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a silence so profound it seemed to swallow the very air from the lungs of the city, a heavy, suffocating void that pressed against the high windows of the Ministry of Civic Order like a living thing, until the first plume of black smoke, thick and oily, pierced the pale morning sky with the violence of a dark spear, signaling the end of the world as...
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