Smoldering Embers

The dancing embers cast a warm glow across the wooden hearth. They popped, their heat a welcoming presence in the chilly night. The flames rose like phantoms, consuming the fuel with a hungry desire. As the hours passed, the fire dimmed, leaving behind only ashes and the lingering scent of smoke. V
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