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... quagmire. In the hazy slumber, he felt his consciousness continuously falling, plunging into that fragrant, mire-like turbidity.
But that falling wasn’t unobstructed like freefalling, it was more like countless unclear forces coming from all directions, madly pulling at your body.
In the darkness, numerous eyes watched Mr. Fisher’s frail soul descend.
In this extreme loneliness and panic of the unknown, Mr. Fisher struggled as if drowning, but his body could no longer br ...
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