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Sunday, 2 October 2011
03:08:55 AM (GMT)
The night air laid like a heavy sheet over me. Suffocating me, weighing down my
chest so that I had to labor for every sickly, hot, unfulfilling breath. There were
no shadows, just an unnatural blackness filling the room,  clinging to everything
filling it and infiltrating its very essence like a toxic energy. The night grew
heavier upon my chest as the seconds ticked by, every second leading closer and
closer to an escalating climax. Tortured souls swept into the room, their screams
frigid and empty, echoing again and again off of the walls, filling my ears with a
deafening orchestra of sorrow and agony.
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