After hearing her brothers cry she knew he was in trouble. She ran into the hall screaming for her mother. The front room was empty the only sign of anyone having been in it being the fire that was smouldering underneath the mantle. The same was true in the dining room. Her mothers knitting lay cast aside on the floor beneath the chair were she usually resided. Other than that nothing....
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