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Fire:
ОглавлениеWind gusts. Lightning flashes.
There is no Loud.
People come spewing out of the Mouth. They fall to the grass.
The rain falls steadily on the grass, hissing.
Wind gusts. Lightning flashes.
There is no Loud.
People come spewing out of the Mouth. They fall to the grass.
The rain falls steadily on the grass, hissing.
