Short Story

The Perspective of Notre Dame:

I can feel another piece of me fall away.

Crumbling to the ground.

I can not see what parts of me I have lost, but I can feel that they are gone.

The heat rising from the pit of me, destroying the beauty and hope that was once there.

Gone,

and carried away with the black smoke,

as I was left to

Burn.

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