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The party above:
* The painting swings one way to dodge the flames of one strike,
right into the path of the other strike.
Quickly the fires burn through the canvas.
None of you can see the reaction of the horrid face,
but all that are awake can here the shrill dying moan as it is engulfed.
The frame is blackened quickly and fall to the floor,
breaking apart into the corners of the hall.
Only your cohorts sleeping on the floor nearby, are unaware. *
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