Smoulder
𝑨 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘,
𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒓𝒃, 𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘,
𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎, 𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆
𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒑𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆.
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