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... ing?"
AnnE, covered in blood, asked.
Enkrid, holding the burning log, answered.
"Playing with fire."
With that, he tossed the log into the dry brush.
It hadn’t rained in days, and the brittle thickets mixed with thin brown brambles caught fire in an instant.
Fwoosh!
In just a few breaths, the flames had risen to Enkrid’s waist.
"...What?"
AnnE asked again, but the others already understood why he did it.
It was dark— ...
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