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When I came to the room was full of smoke. The smoke hung in the air, in thin lines straight up and down, like a bead curtain. Two windows seemed to be open in an end wall, but the smoke didn't move. I had never seen the room before.
I lay a little while thinking, then I opened my mouth and yelled: "Fire! " at the top of my lungs.