They all gradually faded from Wanqiu's sight.
My nerves were crackling and popping, and something in my head seemed to be burning, even the pain was being burned away and turned to ashes.
A dark space, a door that couldn't be opened, and a lingering odor that wouldn't go away.
On a sweltering summer night, Wan Qiu hugged his arms, but it felt as if icy shards of winter were piercing his skin and penetrating to his very bones.
The beast hidden deep within his memory, its gaping maw now revealing a ferocious abyss, slowly devoured Wan Qiu, taking him back to a time he dared not recall.
He was forced to return there.
That narrow space, only the size of a wardrobe.
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