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... ng violently as if I had been drowning in an ocean of ash.
The smell of burnt flesh and sulfur still clung to my throat, refusing to leave me, as if it were a curse tattooed onto the walls of my lungs.
I sat on the edge of my bed in my cold apartment and wiped the cold sweat that had soaked my face and shirt completely.
The memories... those cursed memories I thought I had buried in the deepest, darkest corner of my mind, resurfaced, pulling me by the hand back toward tha ...
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