Brick buildings burned like candles whenever the sun disappeared. A thousand flames, no, more than a thousand, for trucks burned, and cars, and German and Russian tanks, all night, night after night, they burned like stars that had fallen on Berlin. And people burned too – shopkeepers, wine merchants, bankers, lawyers, soldiers, women, men, children – sometimes they burned the brightest.
First Lines Contest 2017: Beautiful Skin
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