Firebird
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Ongoing5m
Last published Thu, Dec 14, 2017
The sky was up in flames. Smoke billowed up, and the dark clouds of suffocation blocked out the sun. Regardless of the ash and smoke, the heat of the sun beat down upon the world.
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