The Faded Apartment
The fire started in the basement, a slow, hungry thing that ate through the floorboards and the memory of the house itself before it ever touched the sky, and you stood on the sidewalk in your pajamas, watching the orange light lick up the white siding, feeling the heat press against your face like a physical weight, a hand pushing you back from the porch where you had spent the last three...
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