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Day and night, the fires raged; reaching toward a silent heaven, thrashing in anger against an infected sky as the cold, nameless bodies of the damned were consumed en masse . With each corpse burned in the hungry flame, those few survivors felt one minute safer; one moment protected from the death, they could only hold off; the fate shared with those they destroyed for the second time. No end exists for the thing that stalks the human soul. The second death infects everyone.