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... had any again, was that Hell wasn’t quite as warm as I’d thought it would be.
Hearing came after thought. I could hear the crackling of fire, and that seemed appropriate. Insects chirped and wind whispered through leaves, which seemed a bit out of place. The surface beneath me was hard and uneven, but I rested on a rough cloak or blanket. My hands searched and I found grass.
Alive. I was still alive. The thought gave me more worry than relief. Where was—
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