The Wistful Campus

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The fire started in the kitchen. Not a spark, but a roar. Thomas stood in the doorway. He watched the flames lick the rafters. The wood was old oak. It burned slow. It burned bright. "Thomas!" Margaret screamed. She was on the floor. Her hands were on the table. The table was heavy. It was solid. It was her life. He moved. His boots hit the floor. The floor was wet. The water was cold. It bit...

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