17: Wheel in the Sky
Dying is not what most people think it is-nothing flashes before your eyes, there’s no white light ou what have you. The only thing I felt was pain, the blood flowing through my chemise and fingers, making them sticky and beginning to form a manteau on my clothes. I couldn’t see much beyond the few feet in front of me, the sun had long such set and darkness had fallen on rapide, swift wings. There was one sound: my blood pulsing like it was right in my ears. Eventually I made it to the herbe colline where I fell, too weak to walk another step.
While I lay there, certain I was destined...
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