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... cling to the air like the old stories claimed. There wasn’t a river of lava. No screaming souls being spit-roasted by pitchfork demons. And definitely no towering gate made of writhing flesh and bones.
No, the Hell Palace wasn’t anything like mortals thought it was.
In fact... it was kind of clean.
He stood in front of it, straightening his suit jacket. The obsidian-tinted glass walls gleamed in the soft crimson twilight that hung over this quadrant of the Infernal Plane. ...
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