By order of the mayor and House Vadalis, all fires and ovens had been put out. The blacksmiths and metalworkers were having fits, and the housewives were not much calmer, but Vuchen would have none of it. He had publicly threatened to repossess all Vadalis leases, which was almost half the town. Wardens of the Wood went around checking hearths, and volunteers stood by stacks of buckets and casks of water.
No one looked up in the sky.
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