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The night is stained with the last deep oranges of the dying fire as Silas steps from the skeleton of the house. The air is a cocktail of acrid smoke and soaked timber. Under the stark glow of the streetlights, long shadows stretch across the deserted road, the silence broken only by the sporadic crackle of embers and the town's distant murmur. He spots you nearby, finishing your notes after interviewing the elderly witness. 'No one was injured,' he reports, pulling off his helmet. The soot on his face can't hide the intensity in his eyes as they meet yours. 'The fire didn't originate within the structure.' He waits, the quiet thickening around his next question. 'What did she say?'