CHAPTER 26

Claudia's words rumbled in her ears like dire prophecies about her immediate future. She did not want to become a garden bed for the Black Hellebore.

The gurgling sound got closer and closer as she cautiously stepped forward, until finally a suffocatingly sweet smell hit her nose, somehow subtly familiar. But she did not have time to think about where she could breathe this cloying sweetness. Two barite flashes flashed in front of her and ... she was on fire.

Stone walls. My work hangs along the walls. High ceiling. Wooden floors. Desktop with many blanks and my tools. My house. And my house is on fire! My whole life's work is on fire! My masks, blanks, everything melts and turns into nothing right before our eyes, and the flame becomes more and more violent. I am trapped. Burning wooden beams will soon collapse on me, and I am locked up, all around is fire, the heat of which is already melting me. We need to run, but where? The flame is blinding, disorienting, and the rapidly burning
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