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Chapter 22: Rising from the Ashes

I don't feel anything. I'm nothing.

The voices develop within me until they are overpowering, thumping like the interminable reverberation of a drum. There is no value to my spirit. I ought to simply bite the dust now and allow God to denounce me forevermore.

I can experience the intensity racing to my face as these words enter my thoughts, the redness gulping my cheeks. There is no clarity to these words, no great explanation at all. I question that I might at any point make sense of these coherent deceptions.

It should be obvious that these considerations can't be valid. There is no way to cut me down. The evil should end now. No shortcomings will be acknowledged.

A sound ejects to one side, and a fight promptly starts.

My eyes glint open, and the cruel sights castigate me like the side of a sharp sword. Promptly I leap to my feet as the center returns, attempting to study my expected rival. Doubtlessly it realizes that it wouldn't have the option to surprise me. However, I assume i
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