*I. Kindling*
The fire was too big. It was always too big when Greg built it because Greg had never once in his life done anything at the appropriate scale. He'd stacked the logs into a teepee and stuffed newspaper underneath and now the flames were reaching four feet, five, throwing light across the clearing and making their faces look like old paintings.
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