The Distant Journey

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2026-08-18 02:45:18 -

The fire started in the attic. You remember the smell before the heat. It was a sweet, rotting scent. Like wet wood and old wool. The house was dying. Not quickly. Slowly. A long exhale. You were in the kitchen. You held a cup of tea. The liquid was cold. You had forgotten it was there. Your hands shook. Not from cold. From the weight of what you had done. The roof creaked. A low groan. The...

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