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What was happening?
Parker looked down. A massive pit opened beneath him. He reached out, searching for something he could grab on to . . .
. . . something . . .
. . . anything . . .
. . . to stop his fall.
His fingers and hands sank into boiling-hot inky blackness and he immediately jerked his hands back.
He looked up.
He saw his bed, surrounded by a white light. There was someone up there, watching him fall, wanting desperately to help him.
Below, clawed hands emerged from the darkness and grabbed at his bare feet and ankles. The hands were cold and dry, with black nails. They scratched him, raked his skin, tore him open. Blood overflowed the gashes. The hands smeared the red blood across his skin, and the gashes burned.
Parker looked up.
The point of light was gone.
He was surrounded by darkness, blacker than black, the hands clawing at him. He kicked at them, tried to stop them seizing him by the ankle, fought desperately to stop them from pulling him deeper and deeper into the pit.
Please . . . please, someone help me.
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