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"The god of flame has little care for the roasted flesh of her sacrificial mortal devotees. By the score they hurl themselves into the pit; with eyes shut tight plunging into their searing doom. The halls of Incinerak wreaked of the foul odor of charred death, for the entire structure was half-buried in mounds of those engulfed by the flame of Incinerak's evil appetite."
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