Cinders. Embers. Ashes. Michelle hoped that whatever strength had allowed this child to survive the fire all those years ago was a strength that still burned inside of her. That would go on burning, hotter and hotter, until she was as bright as the rising

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Cinders. Embers. Ashes. Michelle hoped that whatever strength had allowed this child to survive the fire all those years ago was a strength that still burned inside of her. That would go on burning, hotter and hotter, until she was as bright as the rising


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