The Lies We Burn

The Lies We Burn

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They said the fire took him. But fire doesn't just take-it shows you things you don't want to see. I can still feel the smoke in my chest, and I can't stop thinking about the smell. It was the kind of smell that sticks with you, even when you don't want it to. I know what I saw that night. I know what they did. They think I forgot, but I haven't. I remember everything-the way things twisted and turned. The fire may have eaten him, but it also opened my eyes to a lot of stuff I didn't know before. Stuff about truth, about guilt, about how messed up everything really is. And one big, ugly lie that we're all stuck in. My name is Elias Moore, and this isn't a story about forgiveness or moving on. It's about revenge. It's about broken promises and all the things we hide in the dark. But trust me, this story isn't going the way you think it will.
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