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Floating.

His daughter grieving below him.

Hovering. His aged body succumbing beneath him.

Forty years later.

Or forty years earlier in a nightmare on his kitchen floor?

He didn’t know! He didn’t understand!

Rising. Drifting.

Floating through brilliance.

A radiant hallway. A splendrous door.

Pushing. The door swinging open.

Fireflies.

Power chords.

But where was Matthew? He had to save Matthew!

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