The Distant Whispers

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The fire took the roof first. You stood in the yard. The smoke was thick. It tasted of ash and old pine. You wore your uniform. The wool was wet with rain. The rain had stopped. The sky was black. "Run!" someone screamed. You did not run. You looked at the house. It was burning. The beams cracked. They snapped like dry bones. You held the lantern. It was a brass thing. Heavy. Warm. It had...

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