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Arson

The city was ablaze.

No one knew who started it, or why; it wasn’t of the greatest importance now. Saving the city was now; the petty criminals would have to reckoned with later.

Buildings were ablaze with fire, charred to no recognition, crumbling into the earth. Citizens were running in confusion, not certain where to go, or what would happen to them. They were all focused on living, and making sure that they would not die in the conflagration.

On the hills overlooking the emblazoned city, a lone man looked down at the damage and commotion below him, and smiled.

“Mission accomplished.”

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