With a red rock for a pillow, I lay down as to die. Blood poured thickly through my veins, my fever burning high. I suffered fitful visions, all steeped in blood and hate. They burned themselves on my mind’s eye. I was helpless to escape. I spied a spectral ladder tying earth to Heaven. The spirits of those whom I had wronged climbed in groups of seven. They decried my crimes aloud in accusing ghostly yells. Some made their way up to the top, while others slipped and fell. Demons swarmed like insects from the corpus of the earth. Their claws outstretched and menacing, limbs dragging in the dirt. The earth was torn asunder in a glowing, gaping maw that swallowed those who lost their grip and held all whom should fall. The ground unleashed its horrors; exhalations from a tomb. The choirs of Hell both rose and throbbed, wailing psalms of doom. My soul was rent and boiled dry at the screaming of the damned. I swore I’d never find that healer as I was swallowed by the sands.
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