Teirin grabbed the handle and pulled with all his might, but the door stubbornly refused to move. Pain shot through his arms that had nothing to do with physical effort. His face contorted with anguish as his fingers melted to the handle. The scream that emanated from his inner being was deafening even over the roar of the flames. 

The fire that consumed him melted the clothes to his body, creating a human inferno. His melted legs no longer supported his weight. His torso collapsed in a heap, ripping his immolated arm out of its socket. The scream that had filled the small room, had grown silent. His scorched lungs were no longer able to function. 

He made one last futile attempt to reach out to his earthly treasures. The arm fell to the floor and burned li...

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