Flames twisted and snapped as the Rainy Hill Infernos bent fire to their will. Rings of flame spun, ember-lined ribbons crackled, and bursts of gold flared with each beat of the music. Selah watched from the sidelines, the heat warming her face. Something felt off. Her eyes drifted to the library rooftop—a lone figure stood there, watching her, not the show. A crackle of flame drew her back. When she looked again, the figure was gone.
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