The Distant Summer

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The fire started in the cellar. It was not a dramatic blaze, not a roar that shook the foundations of the house, but a quiet, hungry thing that smelled of wet ash and old paper. Arthur Penhaligon smelled it before he saw it. He was on the second floor, standing before the mirror, adjusting the collar of his shirt. The air in the hallway had changed. It tasted metallic, thick with the scent of...

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