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... a dying man.
A man who, if God above failed to stretch forth His hands to him, would be abandoned to fall into the deepest part of hell.
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The air inside the abandoned warehouse was thick with the acrid scent of blood and gasoline. The warehouse was faintly illumined by a broken light, which cast jagged shadows against the cold, concrete walls. The faint sound of water dripping echoed, a slow, rhythmic ...
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