The Distant Wound
The wall didn’t just fall; it screamed. That is the only way I can describe the sound of the eastern retaining wall collapsing into the mine shaft on the fourteenth of November. It was a wet, grinding shriek, like a saw cutting through bone, that silenced the entire town of Oakhaven in an instant. The noise stopped as quickly as it had started, leaving behind a ringing in my ears that felt like...
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