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Chapter 6: Ashes and Aftermath

ผู้เขียน: Crystal L.C
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-10-20 12:19:27
By the time the sirens wailed and the fire coughed its last breath, the warehouse was nothing but ruins—ashes clinging to twisted steel, smoke curling up like ghosts refusing to leave.

The heat still rose in waves, painting the night air thick with burnt metal and sorrow.

James stood there, his shirt half torn, his hands streaked with soot, staring at what used to be a building but now looked like the grave of everything he’d ever loved.

The officers kept shouting, moving around, pulling charred debris, spraying what little flame tried to come alive again. None of it registered in his ears.

His mind was frozen, caught between the past few minutes and the unbearable silence that followed the blast.

“Sir, you need to step back,” one of the policemen said, but James didn’t move. His eyes were locked on a spot near the corner, where the flames had finally given way to ash. Something glinted faintly through the smoke.

When they brought it out, wrapped carefully in a gloved hand, it was a ri
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