![]() ![]() Their father, chewing absently on a piece of straw, considered the flames. “Oh, Christopher.”īehind us, a farmer, his wife, and two young daughters leaned against a wooden fence, cattle watching nervously from a distance. ![]() Sally stood next to him with her head bowed, palm covering her eyes, auburn curls falling across her face. The heat drove away the late winter’s chill, but I wouldn’t have felt it anyway. ![]() “I told you,” he said, staring at the slowly crumpling carriage, our boots sinking in the mud. The frame turned charcoal black, while inside, the stuffing in the seats gave bright flashing bursts as buttons popped off the upholstery. Fire raged across its body, the silk curtains fluttering through the windows in smoking tatters to the road. The carriage burned with a bright orange flame. ![]()
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