Chapter 6

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Wayne raised his left hand, and instantaneously, the fire started. Night had fallen, and the sky was a black sheet littered with silver stars. Wayne had set up camp at the base of a colossal evergreen tree, and had managed to pull together a blanket of leaves. The fire he'd ignited had consumed a lot of his energy, but as the temperature dropped, he was glad he's done it. As he crawled into his bed of leaves, he lie there, doing nothing but staring into the flickering flames, nothing but listening to the crackling of the fire, and slowly- ever so slowly, drifting off to sleep.

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