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... silence had finally returned.
The sky that had once been torn open now looked whole again. The massive infernal rift that had split the sky was gone, leaving only scorched clouds and lingering embers of magic drifting through the dark crimson air.
On the cracked ground beneath that sky, three exhausted figures remained.
John Constantine lay flat on his back on the hot stone, one arm stretched over his eyes as if trying to block out the dim red glow of Hell’s sky. His coa ...
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