February 11, 2018
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Her soul had gradually become devoid of life. What once was a great, orange flame had flickered quickly into a spark and vanished, leaving a thin trail of smoke to creep upwards through the dry, shrunken hole that was left in place of a beating heart.

Candle wax dripped and sled ever so slowly down the inner remains of her charred lungs, pausing briefly for one final heave of breath that departed her lips and dissipated into the cold night.

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