Burning Embers

The dancing embers cast a warm light across the brick hearth. They popped, their warmth a welcoming presence in the cool night. The flames rose like apparitions, consuming the wood with a persistent desire. As the hours passed, the fire faded, leaving behind only ashes and the lingering fragrance of
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