The Distant Promise

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The fire was too hot. It ate the wood. It ate the air. It ate the silence. Julian stood by the hearth. He was seven. He was small. He was watching. The feast was over. The plates were stacked. The wine was gone. The guests were leaving. They stepped into the night. They did not look back. They did not look at Julian. They saw a child. They saw a servant. They saw nothing. The room was cold now....

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