The fire gnawed the grasslands to bone-cracked earth on the way to our village. We hoped the lake would save us, the buckets of life we hauled from the shore, the trenches of dirt we overturned, the drenched rooftops. We saw it writhing across the plane, rivers of light beneath rainless billows, bound for our…

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