There was no fire. The city never existed, never burned down neither. There never was a city here. Just land. Dry and empty save the occasional rolling weed skitting past with the wind. When it blows. There is also a car off to the side. One day the car rolled in like a rolling weed. Unlike the rolling weed, the car stopped and stayed where it was despite the wind. After these things there is nothing here.
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