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And as the logs crumbled, and the last flame fell, All that was left was the suffocating smell Of ash, and decaying wood.
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Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 11:29 AM UTC
Inferno
And as the logs crumbled, and the last flame fell, All that was left was the suffocating smell Of ash, and decaying wood.
Einin
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F/Canada
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 11:29 AM UTC
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