Chapter 15 - The Ashes of Tomorrow
The collapse of the brick chimney sent a shockwave through the attic floor, cracking the old pine boards down the center and throwing up a blinding cloud of gray soot and pulverized plaster. Elena lunged forward through the dust, grabbing Lily and dragging the sobbing child toward the small, frosted-glass eyebrow window at the far gable end of the attic.
"Clara! Evelyn! Move!" Elena shouted, smashing her elbow through the brittle, heat-weakened glass of the window.
Cold, fresh air rushed in from the outside, filling Elena’s burning lungs with oxygen. Below the window sat the flat-roofed mudroom extension of the Victorian estate, no more than twelve feet off the ground, surrounded by a soft bed of overgrown hydrangeas and damp earth.
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Evelyn scrambled forward, pushing Clara ahead of her through the sha
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