A simple wooden match waits like a sealed ridge, its red crown hiding a mountain of sleep. Step closer and the air turns dry and electric; the surface glows with the heat of a buried dawn, all velvet ash and trembling light. One spark, and the stillness would split open.
The Ember Door
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