Every hurt he`d ever suffered, every ache he`d ever endured-it was all as gone as an expired breath. He could not feel agony, he could not feel sadness. His conscience felt smoky, wisplike, incapable of anything but calm.
He felt no fear. He saw the sands of a golden shore.
Then he was under water.
Then everything was silent.
Where is my worry?
Where is my pain?
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