CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
I woke up face-down in a dark, dank space with dirt and moss on my cheeks. The ground was cold and hard.
I pushed myself up and my eyes focused in the darkness.
Seymour's voice filled the dark space, followed by crackles.
"Halgeron! I have come to your palace to claim my destiny."
It was him, but it wasn't him. I shook grogginess out of my head as his voice continued. I tasted smoke and spit in my mouth.
"My reservation was made four hundred years ago when I fell off that ship. I guess you could say I've been holding back, but I won't give up my soul is satisfied. I'll never settle in life until I get my destiny."
It was a record. Seymour's voice bounced off several hard surfaces. There was a lot of reverb down here.
I pulled myself to my feet.
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