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. The
building was a very valuable symbol to Kendermore's
democratic citizens. It was a good place to stop the fire
from spreading to the east side of the city. Tas didn't rec-
ognize any of the civic landmarks on the way to City
Hall. He'd been gone only a few years, yet the town
seemed completely changed. Everything's different -- it
feels like home, he thought.
The howling of the wind suddenly dropped away to
nothing as they rounded a corner into a very small
square. Tas looked up at a four-story building. Dark sup-
port timbers crisscrossed its face and strengthened the
whitewashed wood and stucco walls. The familiar, gap-
ing hole on the second floor showed Tas that not every-
thing had changed in his absence.
Looking at it, everyone knew that the one-hundred-
year-old building would burn like dry tinder.
How could they stop the fires from raging?
As Tas pondered that question, two things happened.
First, a straw-haired human with his head bowed
down strode out of City Hall.
Second, Tas realized that it was not just the sound of
the wind that had died away, but the wind itself. The air
in the square was calm. But the noise of the wind was re-
placed by a different sound; a distant rumbling that re-
minded Tas of the approach of an avalanche. He had no
idea what an avalanche sounded like, really, but he had a
good imagination.
Tasslehoff watched the figure hurry out the big door in
the front of City Hall and head down the street, directly
toward the kender and his companions
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