Burning

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Clary awoke to the smell of smoke.

Something was burning.

Following the smell, she pulled open her curtains and looked out, letting out a sound of surprise and shock.

A large bush was on fire outside her window, the Orange tendrils of fire licking the sky, flames dancing wildly. And standing in the flickery light of the flames...

She ran back into the institute, shouting for the others to wake up.

But once they reached the fire, the figure wad gone.

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