His eyes burned as the fire wrapped itself around the wooden frame of the house. Each flame had a different tune, each tune had a different note, and each note let the darkness of hatred echo from its core. The sky had bled into crimson under the influence of the ash, and soon the very moon looked wounded. In the distance, the harbor stirred and panic resonated through the restless waters...
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