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The door is held firmly shut, your minor burns turn to moderate burns. You yelp in pain at the immense heat of the door.
The man notes your yelp, and readies his sword.
===QUICK QUESTION===
Would anyone mind if I started just uploading the small versions of everything?
Besides, half of the updates I've done have been too small to warrant their own image.
I am here for you, Don't be afraid to send me a message.