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Suffocating heat pressed the air from her lungs. She didn’t need to see to know it was fire. It was always fire; always flames that threatened her perilous hold on a reality far removed from what she imagined.
Gunshots replaced the strangling heat as her number one concern. The echoed reports filled the searing air, creating a trembling resonance around her.
She spun, twirled in place to search for attackers, but the thick darkness would not be penetrated, even by her heightened sight. There was only the reverberated sound of gunshots and the heat of flame to fill her senses.
Compelled to move, she sprinted forward, still blind, arms outstretched to catch herself from connecting with some obstacle. Gentle hands found hers, her fast-forward movement stopped short as could only happen
