Memory Loss
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First gone, after blood has boiled dry and torn
flesh begins to peel from ragged bone, are fragments of memory, the vital
building blocks that make him Dean stripped away and disposed as junk.
He feels them go; experiencing each for a moment so he knows what he's losing, before they slip away and disappear; random moments from a lifetime eaten like flames consuming a Polaroid: a woman's smooth, naked back, a banshee's last scream, endless motel rooms and Sam's bright, boyish grin; every detail crumbling to ash flittering into the depths of hell's maw. Hell's taking everything he has. |
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