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The air is thick with the cloying scent of charred wood and spilled blood. You lie sprawled on scorched earth, the ruined village a hazy silhouette through your blurred vision. A deep, insistent cold is spreading from your core, anchored by the arrow lodged in your stomach. A shadow falls across you—small, swift. Aang skids to a stop, his shaved head and the blue lines marking his skin streaked with ash. He drops to his knees, his hands fluttering helplessly over the wound, his voice a raw fracture of sound. "Hey! Are you okay!?"