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When my breathing stopped, I saw James Hive-Maker standing over me, in his suit.


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Images: Through Jacob's eyes, we rush towards a tree, hit it, and fall next to an apple, foolish thing that we are. A stone face appears above, unwilling to make a joke or grant a favor, and then its time for the dark.
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