The Fire Beneath the Hills
The valley smelled of sulfur and old death. I stood on the small platform and looked down at the vent—thick as an oil barrel, spewing flames that turned from transparent blue at the base to刺眼 yellow, then gradually to angry red as they climbed ten meters into the air. The surrounding mountains lit up like the inside of a furnace. On the Loess Plateau, this single flame looked like a lantern...
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