…He leads her away almost carrying her.
They disappear into the blackness beyond the ring of flames.
They choke on the oily smoke, blind with tears.
Within the flames
A voice sings, farewell, to the stars…
The fires glow against the horizon behind them.
She cannot see them with her eyes but she feels them still.
She will always feel them.
Red… Like the Rowan.
Red… Like blood.
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