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... and smoked, coughing black into Felix’s face every time he leaned down to blow on it, dying rather than igniting.
Every fire he created barely functioned, sputtering out for a long time before eventually ceasing.
"...this is definitely working."
Sighing, he went back to searching.
This jungle wasn’t exactly dry, and he was far from a survival expert. All he knew was that he needed a dead tree, or at least a branch, but he wasn’t finding any. Even the fallen branc ...
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