The Wistful Mountain

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The fire took the roof first. I watched the beams snap. Smoke curled up. It was black. It was thick. It tasted of ash. I stood in the mud. My boots sank deep. The village was below me. The fire was above me. I was in between. Silence held its breath. Then the scream came. One. Then another. A chorus of loss. I did not run. I could not. My legs were lead. My heart was stone. I was Elias. I was...

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