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Year of Hell: Chapter I In the recesses of the city, below what was once a magnificent church, sat the remains of an old chair. And within that chair sat an equally old man.Year of Hell: Chapter I by kungfuman316
At least, he was pretty sure he was still old. He felt old. Everything hurt, everything ached. But at the same time everything didn’t feel old yet, just himself. He knew he was old, even if the flesh was new. White flanked both sides of his black hair, scars and stitches danced all over the tempered flesh like ants at a picnic. He sighed as he bandaged the worst of the wounds with what he had found in his knew abode, draping the final bits around his head to cover his ruined left eye.
He mused to himself that he was definitely old, and definitely a mess.
The man had tried to sleep, but like all old new things he was finding sleep to be pretty much impossible. This was a different time than he was used to, and a much louder one. The city above him stirred with activity, and the church was funneling it s
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