Walking along a path of dread. The snow quietly falls. An inner spark dies.
Collapse to her knees. The wind begins to blow. A heart breaks for the last time.
A sudden voice. The snow begins to twirl. A flicker of light in the darkness.
Something older has spoken. The snow begins to melt. A helping hand outstretched, dripping fire.
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[i][u]Le bumpe[/u][/i] [i]the Conflagration will consume you [/i]