A Cry in the Dark
    "Fire, fire!  Everyone wake up!  There is a fire outside!"
    The urgent shout filled the great stone halls of my Irish home, waking all in an instant.  I was the last to leave the Land of Dreams and when my eyes finally fluttered open, I could hardly see for the thick smoke that curled in through my open window.  Grabbing my jade green night robe, I threw it over my shoulders as I sprinted down the stairs in search of my mother.  She was a witch, and an expert at solving mysteries, so I knew that she would have the answer to this puzzling tale.
    The halls

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