The Faded Bouquet

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2026-08-20 02:05:58 -

The Faded Bouquet

The fire took the roof first. Then the beams. You watched from the yard, arms crossed, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. The heat pressed against your face, hot and wet, like a living thing. Your brother’s house. Your sanctuary. Your crime scene. It burned with a hungry, orange glow. You did not move. You did not scream. You stood there, a statue of ash and guilt, while the...

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