You enter the alley and see him, transparent. He turns, fixes his gaze on you, gains substance while the world loses its colour. "Finally."
The flames are clearly eating him, but the tear isn't widening. The only sounds he makes are the crackle and whine of a burning log.
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The morning after, you pass the house. It has a huge crack going up to the roof and the police are currently evacuating its inhabitants.
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