where the smoke had grown the heat surged out in waves the wind didn’t matter the temperature was so hot it felt as if his skin might melt his eyes felt as if they were being baked he tried to force tears but there was nothing.
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where the smoke had grown the heat surged out in waves the wind didn’t matter the temperature was so hot it felt as if his skin might melt his eyes felt as if they were being baked he tried to force tears but there was nothing.