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The Fireplace Glow
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The crackle of dry wood burning in the stone fireplace sounded like a warning shot in the quiet living room.

Outside our glass sliding door, the night ocean had turned completely black, throwing heavy waves against the beach with a low, distant thud. I sat on the soft rug right in front of the flames, watching yellow and orange light dance across the floorboards.

Are you still cold, Julian asked, stepping out of the small hallway.

He was wearing a dark gray pair of sweatpants, his broad chest c
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