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He was startled. It had all happened so fast, he couldn't even recall the events that had transpired in the last few minutes. Now, she laid there, motionless, pale, and cold. It was the most horrid thing he had ever seen.
He grasped desperately for something, anything, that could save him from the fires that raged below. He could feel the licks of flame nip at his heels as the foundations of his footing slowly crumbled underneath his feet. It was hopeless.
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graspeddesperatelysavefiresragedlicksflamenipheelsfoundationsfootingslowlycrumbledunderneathfeethopeless