The Faded Chronicle
The night the great forest of Oakhaven burned, it did not begin with a spark or a warning, but with a sound like the world’s own spine cracking, a deep, resonant groan that shook the dust from the rafters of every cottage and silenced the barking of the dogs in the streets below. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his modest stone house, his hand resting on the rough wood of the frame,...
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