The Wistful Asylum

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The fire did not start with a spark, but with a sound, a low, guttural groan that seemed to rise from the very foundation stones of the house. It was the sound of a beast shifting in its sleep, a vibration that Arthur Penhaligon felt in his teeth before he heard it with his ears. He stood in the library, the room that had been his sanctuary for thirty years, watching the shadows on the wall...

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