Kiln I did not rise softly. There was no gentle rebirth, no quiet spiritual smoke lifting politely into the sky. What was left of me had been incinerated. Not metaphor— a full-body ruin. My former self collapsed first. Framework snapping in the heat like dry branches in a furnace

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