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Gasoline pumped through his bloodstream.
And then it ignited.
Screams surrounded him. Familiar images ripped through his mind, surging about like a tornado.
A voice echoed, repeating like footfalls in an empty cathedral. The words indecipherable; the meaning unclear.
Pain returned, blazing through his skin. Somehow, an assurance washed over him, a single clear, undeniable feeling it couldn’t last much longer. The agony would end, and the torture would cease.
“You’re alive.”
The statement came from an unknown place, spiritual, meaningful. He focused on the words, trying to hope for a connection, something to latch onto in the swaying darkness.
“Hello?”
It was his voice. Was it out loud? Had anyone heard him?
The pain lessened, fading away into tiny pinpricks on his skin. He cur
