The high stone bridge across the boiling caldera was an arena suspended between heaven and the abyss. Four hundred feet below the narrow basalt span, a lake of molten orange magma bubbled and hissed, throwing up plumes of white-hot sulfuric gas that ignited into tongues of blue flame. The wind howling through the volcanic crater was a gale of blistering ash and cinder, screaming with the fury of an awakening…
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