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First burned by matches when he was a kid, then by bonfires clumsily set up by him and his friends in the dark woods. During the revolution, the pain from getting shot burned like white-hot flames. The loss of his parents was an explosion like no other. Everything in his life seemed to be burning out, including his soul. His home was lost, his family extinguished, his friends left behind. His life took led him through hell, and he never came back.

But it was in a totally unfamiliar land, with his soul and mind reduced to ashes, that he acquired the peace he’d been missing all his life. One moment, one breath, one look at the sun—

He threw away the knife he’d placed at his throat and started on a journey to find a new life.

Written in response to the Miniature Writing Challenge — burning out

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