It's happening.
Fire blazed across the landscape, bathing the world in transcendent light.
He fell to his knees.
His weight cracking the fragile land scape.
His eyes, once so strong and filled with emotion, were now pale as the moon and empty of life.
The fire blazed, ripping at his flesh, boring into every piece of skin.
Flames. Fire. Burnt to ashes.
It was his fault.
It was all his fault.
It has always been his fault.
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Weathering The Storm
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