There was a design for a phoenix cloak in my head. Small pipettes sticking out of the hems around the outside, fed from a tank strapped to my back. I hold out my arms, squeeze the hand control that releases the gas. A sparker at the bottom ignites and my wings take flame with a woosh
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or at least wicker man or some of the burns on this coast.
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