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... d watching the puddle of vomit I’d just emptied from my stomach.
The stench of death and flayed flesh from that cursed future-vision still hung in my nostrils, clinging to the hairs of my olfactory cells like an eternal curse.
My heart hammered violently, beating against my ribs like a prisoner trying to break down the walls of its cell.
"Alright..." I muttered in a hoarse, rough voice as I tried to push my back off the cold floor. "I saw the end of the world. I saw the g ...
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