Fireside Tale

The homeless warm cold hands around him: Bundled mothers and babies. Tired-eyed men. Dirty faced urchins in his crackling light.

“Let me tell you an old story,” the fire elemental says. “Of the wizard that enslaved me, the hero that freed me, and of hope.”

Copyright © by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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