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Two mummies were having the time of their afterlives, seated side by side on the Fire Fang roller coaster. It roared forward, its metal wheels sparking wildly against the tracks, bursts of flames licking up as they shot through loops and tight turns. Ankh’s wrappings fluttered in the wind, and Zahra's jeweled bandages sparkled under the fiery glow.

“Hold on, Zahra!” Ankh shouted, throwing his hands up just as the coaster plummeted down a steep drop, flames blazing in its wake.

“I haven’t felt this alive in three thousand years!” Zahra cackled, gripping the safety bar with one hand while the other reached for Ankh’s.

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The coaster lurched, twisting through another fiery loop. The heat didn’t bother them; in fact, they relished it. Fire on the wheels? No problem! They were mummies, after all—already a little crispy around the edges.

As the coaster whipped them through the final loop, they exchanged a wide-eyed look, adrenaline and laughter bubbling up in their ancient bones.

When they finally coasted back into the station, singed but grinning, Ankh turned to Zahra, unwrapping a bit of charred cloth from his arm. “Worth every flaming second.”

“Same time next year?” she laughed, her eyes glinting with fiery joy.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” he replied, already dreaming of their next ride through the flames.