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You are lying on wet sand. You look down. 

The coarse, damp grains cling to your fingers. 

They look ghostly white in the black sunlight. 

The sky is completely devoid of light, 

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CHAPTER I

I’ve been drowning for many, many years. Down and down I sink, reaching forever and ever upward only to find fistful after fistful of water.