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A Tale Best Forgotten centers the reader on events in life that led to crippling disabilities and overcoming them. Here is an excerpt. I hope you enjoy. Pulling up to the dump, there are mountains of various disposal materials. Metal bed frames over four stories high, equipment part mounds seemingly so precarious and high that they will fall, and used mattresses ripped apart. The dump's main attraction, however, was this giant pit of fire.When entering from the top, there's a movie theater-esque pit devised with a paved slope where the seats would be. While looking ahead and around, smoke fills the lungs, burns the eyes, and chars the throat. Approaching, the sounds of crackling metal twisting and turning in agony are offset by the occasional small explosion and flying metal sparks. Ammunition that was inappropriately thrown away is now melting and discharging. The smell of garbage mixes with the smoke just to sour the smell that already wreaks destruction. Looking down where the screen would be is the trash typically seen in landfills, the plastic bags, heaps of clothes, with a mix of medical and human waste, strangely enough. Tons of smoke billow up like out of the dragon's mouth, and... it's all on fire in this massive three-story blaze.With each step closer, the heat, already at 100 degrees usually, gains in intensity. The dragon's blazing wings become all-encompassing as it engulfs you. Drawing out in gluttonous bites starving and pulling in its next meal. The rule was that everything must be burned so that nothing could escape the base or be pilfered from the dragon's flame. Each sacrificial morsel must be monitored until fully consumed before anyone can flee from the dragon's grasp. Every request for protective equipment, a mask, air filtration, or a sword and shield was denied. Using chemical suits for non-chemical attacks would cost the purchase of a new suit, one fee that no one could genuinely afford. The cotton shirts were the best we got. Covering the nose and mouth, barely allowing breathing as the dragon grumbled, snorting more smoke into the air. They didn't provide much, if any, protection. (I still smell it on smoker's clothes, all too aware that it's not the same.)Staring in the blaze has a sort of hypnotic call to it. The searing heat and smoke filled the lungs, clouding judgment and trying to pull you closer. Some items to burn were fireproof uniforms draped in toxic bug resistance that glowed a pretty green, much like the ink of a dollar bill or powdered copper. The uniforms took the longest to burn as we waited and waited, resisting the dragon's lure. The burn pit had its command. I was summoned to sacrifice to the living dragon for several months almost daily. Fire and smoke, I never truly escaped. Find out what happened next inside.

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