We hovered there, half-bent, the heat from the open oven washing over our faces as confusion turned slowly into fear. The object didn\u2019t look burnt so much as transformed, like it had gone through some private catastrophe and solidified in the aftermath. That thin metallic spine running through it made it look disturbingly deliberate, as if someone had built it for a purpose we didn\u2019t understand. For a moment, the holiday noise in the rest of the house felt miles away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When we finally recognized the mangled ignition wheel of a lighter, the dread sharpened into something colder. We pictured what could have happened: the oven sealed, the temperature climbing, a silent pressure building until it ruptured into flame and shrapnel. Our easy jokes came back slowly, more like an exorcism than real humor. Now, before every feast, we don\u2019t just preheat\u2014we inspect, as if warding off a disaster we almost invited in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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