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a/n: written for the me_and_thee_100   drabble challenge "fire".

“Razed to the ground.”

“These wooden houses are a death-trap.”

Words spun around his head like fireflies on a warm evening.

All his possessions gone, save for what he could carry as he fled. The clothes on his back; a family heirloom or two.

His life.

A decade of memories: gone. The auto-mobiles: his ( Read more... )

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