The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The fire consumed the house while Thomas stood on the porch. He held a lantern. The glass was intact. The flame inside burned a steady, golden blue. It was a small sun. It did not flicker. It did not wane. It simply was. Inside, the beams groaned. The joists cracked. Smoke poured from the eaves like black water. Thomas did not move. He watched the wood turn to ash. He watched the memory of his...

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