The jungle was lit with raging fires and the dying animals made a strange cacophony of noises as the trees collapsed in front of us. We all had rifles, except for the Baka guide, who had a pistol. The smell of the burning wood mixed with the scent of the living flowers and the ash clung to the skin. Night hovered above the dusk, kept back by the brightness of the orange flames and the ceiling of the thick smoke
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