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30 Jul 2019
Allen wakes up to a smell that is seared into his nightmares.
The scent of blood and bamboo permeates his nostrils, the smell of burnt and destroyed flesh on the back of his tongue. The bamboo stalks around him cast long shadows against the moonlight above.
Allen remembers staring at this moon, thinking he was going to die.
He puts down his hand, and it lands in a cooling pool of blood.
He turns and comes face to face with a dead man.
And that face is his own.