The corridor was rapidly filling with flames as Bob ran at forefront of the conflagration, arms clutching the precious files to his chest while pieces of synthetic ceiling burst into black smoke and fell spraying hot, glowing plastic shrapnel all over. He fell, not for the first time, “The books!” screamed Bob the Accountant, as he woke with a start.
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