Chapter Twenty-Eight
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CinnamonI stirred to the sound of a tinkling waterfall, its droplets pitter-pattered against my bare cheek to a magical rhythm. The thought I must have descended into an underworld of cascading water and permanent night was most prevalent in my mind. When all was said and done, there could have been fates far worse for a man with my history.
Something soft brushed against my brow, it tickled, and I twitched involuntarily. The shudder that shot through my body re-established the fact I was still alive; pain does that to a person. At least, I hoped so, for if it was Hell and an eternity of such agony my penance, then it was more hurt than I could endure.
I tried to open my eyes. They refused to respond allowing only the faintest c***k of ruby light to filter into
