Fire. So much fire. So much smoke and so much fire. She choked and gasped. No air. No help. No hope. She sunk to the charred ground, ashes swirling through the boiling air. The flames leaped and reared. The noise was too loud. Way too loud. She wanted to cover her ears, but her arms wouldn’t move. The air was thick and dirty. She squeezed her eyes shut. It was so hot. Hotter than a thousand deserts. A million ovens. She could feel herself slipping. Falling. Flames roared and growled hundreds of miles away. The world was ablaze.

And then the rain came.

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