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Submitted to Contest #211
Disclaimer: This story contains implications of suicide, PTSD and death. Please take this story seriously, it is based on true events. The shelves of books had toppled over and the books themselves were hugged tightly with debris. The lingering scent of charred smoke tingled in his nostrils, and the black charcoal remnants of the last hour covered the poor, skinny man head to toe. His rosy cheeks stained a dark and gloomy gray, and his frail hands shook uncontrollably as the little man stood in what was left of his small library. Con...
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