smoke was burning my eyes and nostrils. every pungent smell that had once filled this place was now condensed into one choking, smothering oder. the wallpaper had long sense burnt away sheet by sheet, now monolithic pieces of plaster were falling in blazon burning heaps on the floor. the nails in the wood kept popping and glass crunched under my
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