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It's a dark room, and cold, shrouded in iron and lead, covered over in symbols to repel every evil thing under the sun, and a few things that will never see the light of day. There's one door, bolted tight, and salt sealed into the very walls.
Nothing can get in.
Nothing can get out.
All that exists inside is Sam. Sam, and his blood, and his demons.
And one angel, too-skinny and wild-haired and so very, very somber.
So very, very silent.
Maybe she's a hallucination, too.
Nothing can get in.
Nothing can get out.
All that exists inside is Sam. Sam, and his blood, and his demons.
And one angel, too-skinny and wild-haired and so very, very somber.
So very, very silent.
Maybe she's a hallucination, too.