The Distant Whispers

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The fire did not begin with a spark, nor with a match, nor even with the distinct, sulfurous smell of kerosene, but rather with a slow, silent accumulation of heat that seemed to emanate from the very stones of the old mill, a building that had stood on the banks of the River Ouse for three generations and had watched over the town of Harrowgate with the stoic, unblinking patience of a judge...

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