ReignitionMarjorie had gotten up from her comfy seat in the well-adorned living room. A smell of fire, burning wood and other materials she could not identify had dragged her to the window. She adjusted her glasses and rubbed her aching back. It was a quiet afternoon, a little too quiet for her own taste and a part of her really welcomed the
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So evocative and very compelling :)
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