The Distant Promise

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The iron lungs screamed. That was the first thing I knew. Not the pain, not the dark, but the scream of the metal bellows forcing air into my throat. I was in the room. The room was a throat. I was the lung. My hands were not my hands. They were wet, heavy things, slapping against the stone floor. I looked down. My fingers were elongated, tipped with translucent, gelatinous claws that dripped a...

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