A lone wolf howled at the approaching night when Andrew noticed a strange log covered with a clear glistening film. The three hikers searched for firewood in the high alpine desert grove by Hellroaring Creek. The backcountry campsite was reserved for one night, the only time they had available for each other.

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A strong wind blew through the open window, and toppled the dead potted plant. The rolling terra cotta pot knocked over a half empty bottle of beer. And the two went over the edge of the kitchen table with a crash. A lightning bolt tore through his brain without remorse or forgiveness.

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