The fire had burned low enough that the flames no longer danced—they watched. That’s what Marcus said,...
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Gather in tight. The fire’s down to coals now, just that soft red pulse under the ash,...
Gather ’round a little closer. The fire’s spitting sparks tonight, and the wind’s carrying that dry pine...
Gather close. The fire’s low tonight, just enough glow to see each other’s faces but not much...
The old house on Elm Street had stood empty for decades, but the cupboard in the kitchen...
