Call it OFF? I didn't call it ON! [She cuts her hands frantically through the air, thinking no fire! no fire! as loudly as she can.
The flames die back, then, with a pop like a boot coming down on a snailshell, spurt upward again. Something floats upward, not ash, but a chunk of something.]
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The flames die back, then, with a pop like a boot coming down on a snailshell, spurt upward again. Something floats upward, not ash, but a chunk of something.]