★ 1940s Era ★ Slowburn ★ Seer MC ★ Horror Elements ★ 'Well they say a burnt child loves the fire.' The words sit there on the page and I wonder briefly, wildly, if he'll recognise them. Surely not. But I can so clearly imagine him in his dorm reading them all the same, sitting on his bed, legs outstretched, diary on his lap, lonesome candle lighting his way. A moment later, his tidy script appears just beneath mine and my stomach twists in horror. 'They say what fire does not destroy, it hardens.'