Revenge.

In the dark, windblown night where naught but a single shadow dwelled across the street, there was silence.  Within the silence he watched as the fruit of his plans sprung alive.  He was never before an arsonist, for he had no reason to be.  But in the silence, the roar of his fire changed that.

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