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Ben led the way up the steep incline, his movements quick but careful. I followed, my legs aching, my lungs burning with every breath. We had to get higher, away from the fire, away from the heat. But the higher we climbed, the thinner the air became, and every step felt like I was dragging a thousand pounds behind me.

Finally, we reached a small ledge, sheltered by a rocky outcropping. Ben stopped, his chest heaving as he caught his breath, and I collapsed beside him, my body shaking with exhaustion.

For a long moment, neither of us spoke. We just sat there, listening to the distant crackle of the fire as it continued its deadly march across the forest below. The heat was still oppressive, but at least we weren’t in immediate danger of being engulfed in flames.

After a while, I turned to Ben, my voice barely above a whisper. "Do you think it’s over?"

He shook his head, wiping the ash from his face with the back of his hand. "No... fires like this don’t just stop. It’ll keep
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