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- “Tyson!” I yelled.
- The blast swirled around him like a red tornado. I could only see the black silhouette of his body. I knew with horrible certainty that my friend had just been turned into a column of ashes.
- But when the fire died, Tyson was still standing there, completely unharmed. Not even his grungy clothes were scorched.
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