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... empty sky, lit by moonlight from... two moons?
He rubbed his eyes—twice. The moons stayed.
"Is this... the afterlife?" he muttered, pushing himself upright. Cold, damp grass pressed against his hands. Soil clung to his fingers. Around him stretched a vast grassland.
The man had said he’d grant his wish... but this wasn’t what he’d asked for.
"Is he just a really bad wish-master?" Aiden said. "I definitely asked to cease existing."
He stood, trembling, but ...
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