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DOWN IN THE FOREST

He awoke to the scent of detergent and clotting blood. His could not feel his face, rather his entire body, yet he could sense his surroundings better than he had ever sensed it before. He could fell the upstream drift of cold air that sent the temperatures plummeting to unbearable degrees. He could sense the dust discoloring the air inside the cramped room. Little by little, his senses were coming back to him.

He tried to move, but he could not. He as pinned to a large metal slate driven into the wall, as if he was some sort of art on display. A choir of unfiltered voices could be heard talking from the other side of the room, one man rushed in front of him with unmatched speed. His lab coat flapping despite there being no wind to throw it against. He as carrying a clipboard and drawing something on it. It looked important, at least to Nelanian. The other voices seemed to be getting closer, approaching him at their own pace.

“it will be

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