Where I was laying was cold and hard. A musky scent filled my nostrils, an aroma of mould and dampness, cobwebs and mud, fear and death. My cheek against the surface it was contacting, and I could taste blood.
Alone, scared and in pain, I wept. And then I let the darkness claim me once again.
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