Panic

The candle sizzles then smokes. Its flame rises up. It reaches into vents and inches to the second story. Wax drips down and hardens on wood. Sleeping bodies smell ashes. One drops and rolls down the stairs then falls unconscious from hitting the wall. The next stumbles and chokes on his breath. The last sleeps a little longer.

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