Fire pit talk

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Tom stared into the fire. “Every storm packed the wreck tighter, freezing exits solid. At first, I shouted whenever I thought someone might be near. Once, I even heard dogs barking above me.”
His eyes drifted away, remembering. “But no matter how loud I screamed, no one came. Each attempt left me weaker, each echo unanswered.”
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