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Dank darkness was always settled around. It was all I knew of the near universe. Stale, stifling, suffocating in my broken and spilt trundle leaving bitter, morbidly clammy earth enshrouding my body and being. A crack in the soil, or in time perhaps. Slivers of light split the filthy floor, crawled over ornate catafalque, and continued its approach, like winter's blinding ice, to my exposed bones. Warming flesh grew and coursed with new - life blood.
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