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…burning up in an instant like paper bags touched with a torch. Before her eyes explode in her head, she has time to see the flesh and sinew blasted off the hands she has raised to protect her face. With her last breath, she can smell the seared pork-and-garlic odor of her own frying skin. She missed lunch and dinner, and the smell, in that last dreadful instant of her life, makes her stomach tighten with hunger.