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... ls were painted in a beautiful mix of red and black.
The soft red rug on the floor felt particularly sweet to Blake's feet and he would have liked to immediately explore the drawings on the ceiling of the room if it wasn't for the woman sitting on the large couch opposite him with her legs crossed and a glass of thick red wine in her hand.
Trying to recall how he had gotten here, all Blake could remember was having a dream in which he had died and then after that, everything had ...
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