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That's the way it is

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Prologue

Death was intolerable, he figured. The rough barren ground blistered from the burning heat; his throat was dry and he had trouble breathing, his skin was toasting red and his lips chapped. He felt nauseated like his mind kept floating in and out, and side to side and the heat only made his brain cook in his skull. Only good thing that came from any of it was that he knew where he ended up.

Nothing he could've done in the end would change the upshot.

He hawked up deep red blood and spat the excess clumps - a mixture of thick lifeblood and flem - to the ground beside him. Even turning his head was impossibly difficult and the odds of lifting a single finger were out the window. His body was in excruciating pain, and the searing heat made his skin dry and wounds swell.

The floor beneath his hands was coarse and made his skin itch unbearably. How did he get...here? He couldn't focus enough to call up to mind the events that lead to his perdition.

He tried to open his eyes but a sharp light made him press them shut. His head started to swim and bile slowly started to creep up and out of his stomach. As his consciousness faded, the familiar sound of a horse's clop echoed across the land. And finally, it seemed that Death (while riding his pale horse) had come to cart his poor soul off further to an everlasting afterlife in the deepest bowels of Hell.

"Took damn...long enough," he wheezed out before succumbing to the rapture of sweet senselessness.

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That's the way it is

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