The Golden Echoes
The fire took the roof. It took the beams. It took the memory of the roof. You stood in the yard. Your boots were wet. The mud sucked at your heels. You did not move. You watched the black smoke curl into the grey sky. It looked like a serpent. It looked like a ghost. The house was gone. The home was ash. You felt nothing. Your hands were steady. Your heart was a stone. You were a soldier. You...
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