The Golden Cellar
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a silence, a thick, viscous absence of breath that settled over the village of Oakhaven like a burial shroud woven from ash and regret, until the first scream tore through the night air, shattering the ancient calm of the valley into jagged shards of panic that flew outward into the darkness where the wolves waited, their yellow eyes reflecting the...
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