The Distant Legend
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a silence so profound it seemed to have weight, a heavy, suffocating blanket that settled over the town of Oakhaven as the sun dipped below the jagged treeline. I was standing on the porch of the station house, my hands resting on the cold iron railing, watching the smoke rise in a single, unbroken column that pierced the bruised purple sky. It was...
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