March 8, 3019
Far in the East, fire blossomed against the horizon.
The watcher in his high, lonely post leapt to his feet with a startled oath, peering into the misty distance. Far-off flames flickered again, and he thrust his torch with a shaking hand deep into the pile of oil-drenched wood.
It ignited with a hungry roar and he jumped back from the sudden heat as petals of fire bloomed into bright flowers. Flames leapt into the still air, staining the evening sky a deeper orange. Staring into the distance, the watcher waited.
Far in the West, fire blossomed against the horizon.
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