When the fire's at its hottest—good split oak black and crackly revealing its secret red heart—the rising thermals set up a violent rushing in the flue—a sound indistinguishable from the howling of a cold wind around a cold chimney.
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When the fire's at its hottest—good split oak black and crackly revealing its secret red heart—the rising thermals set up a violent rushing in the flue—a sound indistinguishable from the howling of a cold wind around a cold chimney.
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