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You flee the sweeping maelstrom of fire, the raging and scorching devastation. Disaster seems to have spread from horizon to horizon; burning cinders in the air have pockmarked your clothes with blackened splotches. Your throat itches from inhaled fumes, and the constant haze of smoke has swollen your head, which aches from staring into engulfing darkness, shadows and flashing sparks, the ever-present crackling orange and reddened heat-glow.