i found it among a small group of children. they were to young to understand it, and i traded coins in exchange of the book, metal clinking softly between small hands. ⠀ ᅠ⋆ nameless tells the woman with a somber in her eyes, voice low and even. ᅠ⋆ picking up the book, its leather spine worn thin by age, the faint smell of dust and ink rising from the pages. she walks around the woman, heading to the empty pit of heart, stone floor cold beneath her feet, small echoes of footsteps bouncing in the quiet room. she knelt, reaching for each log, rough bark scraping against her palms, throwing them in the pit one by one, the hollow thud of wood meeting stone mingling with the faint hiss of dry ash. nameless opened the book, parchment dry and brittle, tearing a page one by one and chucked it in the pit with the logs, the smell of old paper brushing her nose, mingling with the faint smoke that lingered from past burns.
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⠀ ᅠ⋆ she stood, grabbing a matching sitting atop the shapely fireplace ledge, its surface still warm from earlier sunlight, and bent on knee. she lit it, the flame snapping with a soft hiss, warmth brushing against her hands and face, lowering it in the pit to the page and watched it sizzle into small, then a bigger flame, fire dancing and crackling, sending tiny sparks into the air. fire caught immediately, smoke curling upward, carrying the scent of charred paper and wood. she eyed the woman over her shoulder, light flickering in her gaze. ᅠ⋆
