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PROLOGUE

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A voice echoes through the dark, damp and dreary tunnel.

...Curse, the cursed beast...

It is a sliver that swirls on the wet concrete like a snake on golden sand, covering the earth with otherworldly sounds. Bouncing from corner to corner, edge to edge waiting to arise anew. A whisper, almost, but a tune repeated over and over. It fills the air engulfing every space it can swallow.

...Trap, the trapped beast...

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An animal of large height ascends from the corner casting shadows over the very few lights seeping from above. He. He sinks its large claws right through the floors, breaking the skin with his might. It’s monstrous skin flexes, tightens and loosens with each step. He doesn’t walk or run. Patient. He retraces the steps it has been taking for a very long time. It’s a short walk to Hell, but the longest he is imprisoned to make.

...Horrid life, horrid death...

The end of the tunnel is within his grasp. He anticipates the release, the escape, a gasp of fresh air-. It falls short. For a brief moment, he remembers he has been walking the same tunnel for the longest time and it enrages him. Yet, a second after he creeps from the corner of the tunnel it had just crawled out of. It is a neverending loop, the taunting tune repeatedly pulling it along and along...

...May it never be free...

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