The Faded River
The fire started in the pantry. It began with a single spark. A chemical reaction. The heat was immediate. It was violent. Elias stood in the hallway. He was seven. He watched the orange light pulse against the floorboards. The smoke was thick. It was grey. It tasted of sulfur and old wood. He did not scream. He did not run. He held his breath. The house was a fortress of stone and steel. It...
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