The Distant Journey

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The fire started in the boiler room. It ate the steam pipes first. Then the brass. I was in the counting house. The ledger was open. Ink wet. "Margaret." It was Elias. He stood in the doorway. Smoke curled around his boots. "I know," I said. I did not look up. My pen scratched. "Run." "No." The heat pushed against the glass. The world outside turned orange. Then black. This is how it began. Not...

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