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The room had turned pitch black.

The door was nowhere in sight, I had been trapped by walls and ceilings that had fallen all around me. There was no way to make it past the debris—it looked like the end. Perhaps, it was the end.

I lifted my gaze to the flames which licked the walls hungrily. One second, I was sitting behind the desk, doing as my brother told me and watching his Pack until he returned and the next, there were just thus inescapable flames that had ...