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He was still hovering in that delicate place between life and death. His eyes shifted, his lids too heavy to open, the overwhelming incentive for either direction immobilizing the rest of his body. In life, his limbs felt like dead weight, confining him to this cavity. Death would release the burden. He wanted death. But when the opportunity arose, he expected to be pulled, not have to make the choice himself.

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