Suddenly, he looked up to the light, blinking away tears of (painjoy). He could feel the wind moving in and out of his lungs, but his mouth felt seared by the heat. Each cillia in his nose was a splinter of glass, and his arms were charred stumps. But, he was alive, dammit. Alive!
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