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The flames began to expand violently and the increasing heat depleted moisture from the air. Unable to breathe, Astrid choked while trying to get hold of the fresh air. The struggle got intenser because of the increasing carbon in the air. She wanted to escape. However, the shackles that bounded her hands and legs seemed to restrict her movements. “Help me! Please! I don’t want to die yet,” complained the young one with tears in her eyes. Her hope for survival seemed to be crumbling down like the concrete structure inside which she was stuck. However, there still was an unfinished task that left her yearning for a little more time. She hadn’t yet fulfilled the former queen’s wish. Just at the age of four, she lost her mother. Although the truth about her mother’s execution was a piec