The Arsonist’s Daughter
Icicles clung to the eaves, glinting and mournful, as if the house itself wept. The air stung her cheeks, each breath a cold, unfinished chord. Frost shattered beneath her boots as she stepped inside—her father’s house now, and hers to inherit. Ashes arrived with the deed, sealed in a tin rattling against her palm. […]
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