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The heat had been overbearing. Sweat furiously dripped down their faces and dissipated into the barren earth beneath them. They longed for a cold night, even without the light to guide their paths.
Fenraiser collapsed into a ring of fire upon being lynched. He shone brighter than the full moon that gazed upon everybody. And perhaps somebody was peering down onto them, silently watching this madness. They found all of the extra oil in his house. He had stored it there. They concluded that he must have been the one to destroy the jailhouse in such a spectacular blaze.
Everybody expected rain to fall now that this threat had been extinguished. But there was still no cloud in the sky. They turned their eyes to the pile of ashes that Fenraiser had left behind. Soon it had begun to shift. Was he returning? Would he become a phoenix, perhaps one that could save them?
No. It was only the wind. An easterly wind that silently blew the ashes into the air. Soon the crowd felt the dull pain of tiredness creep into their skulls.
Fenraiser, Arsonist, lynched day five.
Night Five begins! It will end at
Nightskips will be accepted with the same conditions as the prior night.