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He woke up in heat. Bathed in sweat, he took in a breath and smelt the ashes around him.
Opening his eyes, he looked at the torch marks on his bed. His pillows were ruined and his pelts were smoking from the corners. Another night, another scorching morning.
Sighing heavily, he knew there was no postponing it any longer. His fire was getting hotter, more relentless, and there was just one cure.
He needed water.
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Forging Elements
Short StoryShe was like salt water. The more he drank, the thirstier he got. He was fire and she was all that could cool him down. - The elements were colliding and there was no stopping them now.
