Clara Dee Fuego | 2027 |

Each time, Clara told herself: This is justice. Fire is truth.

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Not her grandmother. Not the room. Not the Conflagration. Each time, Clara told herself: This is justice

And somewhere in the salt flat crater, a shard of black glass still pulses with a faint, violet light. Waiting. Because fire, even the good kind, never truly dies. violet light. Waiting. Because fire