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Chapter 24: The Incendiary Truth

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The orange glow of the television screen cast flickering shadows against the mahogany walls of the study, making the room feel like it was caught in the heart of the fire itself. On the screen, the Crestview shipping docks the very place I had stood only hours before were a skeleton of twisted steel and roaring Japanese orange flames. The reporter’s voice was a frantic staccato, talking about arson, chemical accelerants, and a "female suspect" seen fleeing the perimeter in a silver sedan.

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