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I ran up a slope my breaths coming ragged in the smoky air. Flames billowed to my left and I veered right galloping up the inclined ground. The edge appeared right beneath my hooves like an open mouth ready for me to fall, I skidded to a stop just in time. I whirled around to get out of the trap but it is too late a wall of fire had closed behind me. I looked up through the smoke, So this is how it ends......

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