Here I am, standing in the doorway, the walls fluxing with each breath I take, something pounds in my head, lets me know that there is something in the air that is not good, that cant be trusted. The sickenesss in my stomach pushes to my mouth, the taste of bile, gross, I want to puke but I swallow the bitter tasting chunk. The room is not
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