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"Playing with fire."
With that, he tossed the burning wood into a pile of dry underbrush. There had been no rain in the past few days, so the bundle of brown, thorny brush caught fire instantly.
Fwoooosh!
Only a few breaths later, and the flames had already risen to Enkrid’s waist.
"...What?"
Anne asked again, but the others already understood why Enkrid was doing this.
It was dark. He was trying to light up the surroundings and flu ...
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