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Reverend AbbottWhen Jonah's senses returned to him, he felt like twenty different kinds of hell.
Truth be told, he felt much like he did almost a year ago, when he'd awakened underneath a broken television and a fallen bookshelf. The only difference between then and now was the fact that this time, he was weighed down by mental objects.
His brain felt out of focus, like he no longer knew how to process thought. This was not the best time to have that feeling.
Laboriously, he opened his eyes. He was sprawled on a twin-sized bed, next to undrawn curtains, which put him in direct morning sunlight. Once his brain wiring started functioning properly again, he realized that this was a bit uncomfortable due to the light turning to heat as it passed through the glass.
He rose to a sitting
