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... losed Damien began to do something he hadn’t done in a long while.
Dream.
The smell of sulfur and rotting monster flesh faded.
It was replaced by the scent of cheap noodles, instant beef tallow, and old dust.
Damien opened his eyes.
At this moment wasn’t in the ribcage of a leviathan. He wasn’t huddled against a rock wall with Isabelle on his lap.
He was sitting in a rickety wooden chair. The air was freezing.
A radiator in the corner clank ...
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