I was in a well, treading water, my arms tied together to prevent me from using them. It was cold, and I was soaked to the bone...my teeth chattering so hard I was afraid they were going to break. But it wasn't the fact that I was exhausted, or that my clothes felt like they weighed a thousand pounds because they were so drenched with water...it was the darkness. "You can't be afraid in this world," The Demon whispered from somewhere around me. His voice was everywhere at once somehow, like he'd installed speakers in this old, abandoned well he'd taken me to in the middle of nowhere. Which, I
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