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The night Thornwick Hall was first set alight, Mira Ellison was seventeen.
The sky that night had not been black it had been orange. Hungry. Screaming.
Now, eight years later, fire came again.
But this time, it burned only a single candle.
The great hall was quiet, bathed in golden light from hanging lamps and stained glass echoes. Everything s