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Matz hunched, staring at Eirivia intently. He nearly dropped all the logs, pulling his coat off and laying it on the snow. Piling the logs on, he struck a match and held it to the dry fabric on the inside. “I have read many theories on the making of a fire. I think I will try the dry starter, then the smaller logs you gave me, then piling the larger ones on top. Do you often carry logs?”

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The Immortal shrugged. “With the amount of snow in this place she would have been fine falling off a cliff.”

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“Where is she?” Scarlet blinked. “I’ll do what I can.”