The Distant Affair

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The fire starts in the nursery. Not with a spark. Not with a wick. It rises from the floorboards. The oak is ancient. It remembers. The heat hits your face first. Dry. Sharp. You are small. You are still. The room is dark. The dark is wet. You smell the smoke before you see the light. It is the smell of old paper. Of dried flowers. Of your mother’s hair. You do not scream. You cannot. The air...

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