Anna put the matches under her pillow and fell asleep almost immediately. In the morning, the matches were gone, replaced by sticks. After wrestling her jacket on and stuffing her head into a hat, she ran into the backyard with the sticks clutched in her gloved fists. At a safe distance from the manor, she snapped the first stick and watched as pure, liquid fire seeped out from the deceptively common-looking hollow casing.
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