C283 THE FIRE IN THE NIGHT

‎​The fire grew fast.

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‎​The dry hay in the barn caught the spark from the Elder’s torch and turned into a giant wall of orange flame. The heat hit Aria’s face like a physical blow. It smelled like burnt grass and old wood. The smoke was thick and black, swirling up into the dark sky and hiding the moon.

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‎​"The houses!" a woman screamed