The Wistful Skyline
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a silence so profound that the air itself seemed to hold its breath. It swallowed the thatch of the chapel roof in a single, devouring inhale, turning the centuries of stone and timber into a cathedral of orange and black smoke. From the ridge of the hill, far removed from the chaos of the village below, Elias Thorne watched the destruction unfold...
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