The Distant Whispers

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The fire took the roof of the mill first. I remember the smell before I saw the flames, a sharp, acrid bite of burning timber and old grain that filled my mouth like a bad taste. I was standing in the yard, holding a pail of water that had gone ice-cold in the morning air, when the sky above the gables turned a bruised purple. Then the orange light exploded outward, swallowing the darkness. My...

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