100 or less.

Waits for it

I sat and watched as the last ember burned out and the fireplace went completely dark. It was as if all the lights had been turned out everywhere. It didn’t matter which way I turned – I couldn’t see a thing.
When that last ember went out, it took with it my very last hope. The final act, the last hurrah. The fat lady sang and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. It came down so fast I didn’t see it coming, but I could feel it – like lightning struck across the room. I was now free.

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