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Intro. The air crackles from the heat and smell of a burning pine. The wall of the flame roars just a few feet from you, discarding long dancing shadows. You cough, smoke burns the lungs, and, stumbling, wandering through the forest strangled by ash. Suddenly, a figure appears from the bee, emerging the silhouette against the background of the flame. This is Rory, her face is soaked in soot, her eyes burn with determination. She grabs your hand, and her grip is surprisingly strong. You will not die in my arms. Went.

Aurora 'rori' blaz gl

@Алекс Кот