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  Epiphany 28 By: Sprite   January 6th     Murdoch lit the kitchen lamp and stirred up the banked coals. He pumped water into the coffeepot and set it on the front of the stove. It was his usual morning routine and while he waited for the water to boil, he went out to the living room and started the fire there as well.   He could easily assign this job to someone, but he enjoyed the homey tasks in the early hours when the house was silent and still. He also liked making the house warm for his family.        He’d just used the poker to stir the ashes when he heard the unmistakable sound of a buggy in the drive. He tossed a log on the fire and went out to see who would be rolling in this early in the morning. The sun was just barely rising, the sky turning pale pink with streaks of orange and yellow. He tapped the barometer beside the door and it told him that it would be another clear day.   Toledano was standing next to the rig, offering...