A Lost Voice

"They answered the howl of the swelling inferno with a flesh offering. Mothers and fathers, with heavy hearts, fed their sons to the ravenous flames by the thousands hurling them onto the pyre with greater and greater abandon.  To their horror, their blood sacrifice only made the fires burn hotter until the blaze consumed the air itself, sucking it into its belly with a continuous roar that blasted like wind through the narrow corridors between the city blocks collapsing into the emerging hellscape,"

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