Most men in town rushed to the scene when the fire at
the inn started. Bucket lines began forming and hoses were being pulled
to water sources. A large Irish man with a bushy red mustache walked
right up to the searing heat and flames and sniffed."It's a right unnatural fire," he said as he rolled up a sleeve and strode into the flames.
Firefighter - FS-075
The skin on his face was thick and leathery and scarred from years of burns. When he spoke, the skin cracked and flaked as his jaw moved. When he smiled, you could smell the faint odor of kerosene.
Firebreather FS-034
Firefighter - FS-075
The skin on his face was thick and leathery and scarred from years of burns. When he spoke, the skin cracked and flaked as his jaw moved. When he smiled, you could smell the faint odor of kerosene.
Firebreather FS-034
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