The Faded Dust
The fire did not start in the library, where the old maps of the world lay rolled in their velvet tubes, nor did it begin in the kitchen, where the copper pots hung like silent bells from the rafters; it began, as the most devastating catastrophes in human history have been known to do, in the garden, in the dry, brittle grass that had not been watered since the autumn rains, and it spread with...
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