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... e falling from the sky still in his mind. He sat up abruptly, extending both hands to push it away, but grasped only empty air. His heart jumped in alarm, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
He sat on the bed, wearing clean clothes, with several places on his body aching unbearably as if he had been injured. But he had not died—he could still breathe and think, and could still feel both fear and joy.
“I’m not dead?”
“You’re dead. This is the underworld,” said a cold voice. ...
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