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The fire burned brighter than before. The raging flame had captured the trees within the wild.
There was no escape. Figures, shadows, and fleshes were mixed with escaping the household.
No one survived. Everyone thought that the whole family had died that night
The air was calm. It reverberated peace after the night tragedy. People had gathered toward the house.
No one would expect a noble household to become engulfed in a never-ending sage of blaze.
An old cloaked man went to hold a baby on the far side of the burned house. The place turned to ashes. Some trees had the same fate, but the old man didn't bother.
There were servants at his back, but he never let them hold the precious baby he had in his arms
He adjusted his hat and thinned his eyes. He took one last glance at the household full of ashes, then thinned his eyes
"So long..."
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"What was that dream?" A young boy woke up early in the morning. He sat on his bed to feel his raging heart.