The Wistful Cipher
The fire did not start in the kitchen, as the reports later claimed, nor in the cellar where the wine barrels rotted. It began in the mind of Silas Vane, a man who had spent thirty years listening to the silence between heartbeats, and it consumed the stone hall of Blackwood Abbey in a single, suffocating night. Silas woke to the smell of ozone and wet ash. He was not burned, though the air...
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