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A long time ago when I was a child we lived in an old house near a lake in New Hampshire.
It was heated only by a fireplace. The old man would fill it up before he went to bed, and later in the wee hours of the morning someone else would toss some more firewood in there to keep it going.
There was always a roaring fire going in the morning.
Then there is the Amargosa Opera House in Death Valley Junction.
That place is full of spooks.
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