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... going on. They were shocked by what they saw: illuminated by a burning tree, the strange young man named Roland was lying on the ground, half-dead, but he seemed to be grinning at the sky.

His face was red and black, with plenty of blisters. Most of his hair had been burnt.

Around the young man were many bright blue flames, which were not dying out even though they were on sand.

1The villagers knew that the young man had saved three kids of the town. They were going to h ...

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