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... close his eyes, to do something.
But he didn't.
He refused.
If fire was going to engulf them, he wanted to see it—he wanted to face it, even if it was the last thing he ever did.
He knew Hendrix wouldn't let it touch him.
Somehow, he believed that.
But the others—those voices shrieking in panic, those bodies stumbling in desperation—he couldn't say the same for them.
The air was filled with chaos: the clatter of heels on stone, the sobs of ...
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