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It was like one of those fires that sometimes flare up in rubbish dumps and can go on for years. It might get smaller and smaller until it is just smouldering, but then something new happens, something dramatic, and it flares up again. No one could see it, no one knew about it, and no one could understand it, because everything looked the way it always did.
Spring (Seasons Quartet #3)
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