The Pale Garden
The fire did not begin with a spark, nor with a match, but with a sudden, violent exhalation from the very stones of the manor, as if the building itself had grown too heavy with the accumulated sins of its occupants and chosen to exhale them all at once in a torrent of white, sulfurous heat that turned the night into a blinding, featureless void where shadows ceased to exist and the air became...
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