Still, the flame could not break through.
"Hooo. Cooo. Hooo. Pit spot. Pit spot. Cheese or Hawaiian. Cyclamen."
The flame sank down, peeked back, and disappeared into its lair between the branding-hot grate and the underside of the burning logs.
"I choose my gift to be..."
Reptily gasped.
The burl was spewing a rapid fire of sparks against several points on the rock, above and below the pot line. The burl's face popped and fell away hideously. The symbol was clear burning red and gave no sign of waning for lack of fuel. It was the 6 ridges and prostrate child. Prolabique Pharm-Supply.
"If it burns till sunrise, we are in shit."
Reptily slumped, rested her chin in her hand, and spat at the hairless dog curled by her feet.
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