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The flame stretched upwards like a long, thin ghost, straining into wispy transparency and intangible smoke that curled into incorporeal fumes. Rooted into a pool of liquid heat, it thawed the wax walls that both hemmed it in and feuled its life. Its golden tongue lapped at the air like cream, consuming air with dainty sips and casting off a burning glow that birthed flickering shadows and scant warmth.