Made of Wax
It was the same nightmare again, the one from his past that came to haunt him every now and then. He had remembered his father's laugh. Souless. Standing in the front of the wreckage, Michael knelt in the rubble, holding a picture frame that had somehow escaped the wrath of the fire. The dream was the same as always... Michael stood frozen, staring at the inferno that was once his home. Flames leapt out of the windows and licked at the sky, sending a plume of thick black smoke into the air. His heart was racing, and his mind was in turmoil. His mother, brother, and sister were still trapped inside, and he couldn't save them. The voices of his family being trapped inside were echoing in the forest behind the house. Michael had been out running errands when the fire broke out, and by the
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