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It is no use. You try to escape, but you cannot. The flames tug at your clothes. They melt your fragile skin. They are as hot and painful as the fire and you wonder if they are your own.

The pain is unbearable. You look down at your charred, blackened fingers and try to move them. They crumble away and you collapse into eternal agony.

As the inferno begins to devour you, you hear a noise, a strange noise above anything else.

In your dying moments, you cannot be sure, but it almost sounds like laughter.