When he spoke, the cleric’s tone was like the chill of an endless body of dark water. “Indeed, you will go through hell, my son. But in order to know hell, you must know what heaven is first.”
The man brought a crystal syringe level with Eli’s eyes.
I thought that this story was so affecting that I commissioned the rights to do a recording of it for this podcast.
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