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grew very dark. Vagrant sheets of fire blew into the air like burning laundry and disappeared. Other flames crawled low to the earth and roared when they fell upon fresh fuel. Sparks shot forward out of incandescent green brush whose stems were full of spring sap. In the middle of the hottest flames long thin ropes of fire tornados moved, bright pink and alive.
The Color of Lightning
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