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Pryce raced into the burning house, choking as soon as he opened the front door. The entire place was full of thick, black smoke. He couldn’t see or breathe or think. None of it mattered. Edie was there somewhere.
Pryce dropped to his knees, knowing the advice probably didn’t matter when the entire f*****g place was on fire and the smoke was too thick to see his hand in front of his face, but he wasn’t giving up.
He crawled forward, the fire deafening. Pops and smacks split the roar, like standing behind a plane as it was about to take off.
Pryce had no idea where Edie might be. He didn’t know what the house looked like. She could be on the ground floor, upstairs or downstairs, or even hidden in some room they would only find when the fire was out and recovery was the name of the ga
