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. "You can light
one of our torches outside and use it to find your way along
the path."
Seron led the grumbling Cheb to the door. "If you
hurry," he said, "you'll still find a bed at the Sea Master
Inn. Tell the owner that I sent you. He knows me."
Cheb was already out the door, lighting his torch,
when he realized he'd left his satchel in the hut. He rushed
back in with the torch aflame and reached for the bag on
the floor by the chair.
At the same time, Kyra said, "Here, let me help you."
They accidentally collided while both reached for the
satchel, and Cheb lost his balance. Falling over backward,
the torch went flying out of his grasp.
The burning torch landed in the comer of the hut,
right in the middle of Seron's paints. They exploded in a
ball of bright orange flame!
Cheb quickly scrambled to his feet. "Run for your
lives!" he cried. He snatched up his satchel and ran out
the door without ever looking back.
"Get out! Save yourself!" Seron shouted to his wife,
who was trying to drag the heavy wooden crate out from
beneath the bed.
"I'm not leaving without your painting," she cried. The
fire quickly spread far beyond the comer of the hut. Soon,
the bed and all the rest of their furniture were burning
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