“A black, smoking shell stood where our house had been. The barn that’d been near to twice as big as the house was nothing but a head of ashes too. ‘Pa!’ My voice cracked and floated up into the early morning sky. Eliza crept up behind me and slipped her hand into mine. ‘They’re dead, ain’t they, Jacob?'”
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