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On a low hearth near a cramped house, spread on a homemade wire grid, grilled the hare. I was dressed in Klim’s clothes, which were almost twice too big for me and sat down to the fire to get warm. Klim brought me some herbal tincture in the bottom of a deep aluminium bowl and asked me to drink it. The medicine smelled of alcohol and forest... A hot wave burned my throat and a warm stream, slowly and confidently, dropped into my stomach, warming me from the inside.
Thoughts were scattered, like incinerated logs. I saw my terrible death. I saw an awful world and sick people - everything that Red had warned me about. Was I the cause of all this, and was I the victim?
“Can heaven become hell”? I gazed into the sad transparent eyes, on the contrary.
“Are you talking about that paradise
