
Inhale... My chest compresses with each breath, every inhale induces a tearing pain. Cold... Its foul icy breath spreads across my skin, the cold touch tightening around my throat. Fear paralyzes the whole body, there is no strength to move. A scream is stuck in my throat. I need to, I must, just a little more effort, but all that comes out is a faint wheeze. There is no salvation, no way out. Exhale... Emptiness... I am no more... The only currency in this place is the soul.
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