The Golden Downtown
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a silence that shattered the glass of the world. In the village of Oakhaven, nestled in the hollows of the Appalachian foothills where the air tasted of pine resin and old rain, the Great Hearth was not merely a stove. It was the heart of the House of Whitmore, a monolith of black iron and stone that had stood in the center of the main hall for...
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