Miroslav's Literatures

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He could not feel the warm, through that cold fireplace of his-- Not when bundling up in a blanket, wanting the fabric to swallow him whole. Not when hovering his hands so close to the seating metal that they almost got scorched. Not when he stared directly into the flame, praying for its comfort, and getting nothing in return.

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As Yuri kept replaying it over and over, he could almost feel them: the tremors, clawing at his heart. Tremors, and the fact there was little he could do to help his brother.