A few hours ago, panic swept through the city of Millharbor, a bustling coastal hub known for its dense markets, old brick apartment blocks, and winding streets filled with vendors and commuters. At exactly 3:42 p.m., the calm rhythm of an ordinary weekday shattered when a massive fire erupted inside the historic Mariner’s Block, one of the area’s oldest commercial districts. What started as a thin ribbon of smoke rising from a warehouse roof quickly escalated into a roaring blaze that cast an orange glow across the skyline.
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