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Wherever you were from before that night has faded slowly from view. Your passage from that life to the next payed for, at least in part, by someone you loved, cared for, or just wanted you gone.

As you come to and your eyes slowly adjust to the blinding light you recognize that you are seemingly wrapped in something akin to a net or a quilt so liberal with spacing to render it altogether useless.

A foreign and untold path before you you press you way from you light confinement and fall to ground beneath you. The only thought you can muster, “Where the 9-hells am I?”

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Your Favorite God Fealoce