The-Ember-in-the-Hearth

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The Ember in the Hearth I. The gas lamp flickered as Professor Whitmore crumpled onto the cobblestones of Oxford's High Street, his leather satchel spilling papers into the gutter. Clara found him there, unconscious, a half-eaten apple roll crushed beneath his boot. The market was closing. Faces appeared above her—concerned, then indifferent, then concerned again. Someone fetched a cab. Someone...

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