“O blind cupidity, O wrath insane, That spurs us onward so in our short life, And in the eternal then so badly steeps us! I got to the mausoleum, still feeling lousy, still alone. I’d been right, the path down to Phlegethon was smooth. There was even some straggly grass growing there. The river was below me, an evil red with steam rising from it. I would have no trouble getting to it. I was scared. I can’t remember anything, life or death, that hurt more than swimming through that boiling blood.... I knew I could do it, but I sure didn’t want to. I was trying to get up the nerve, when I saw someone I recognized. “Billy!” He came up the slope toward me. “Allen. Hey, I heard you and Benito got out of this place. All the way down.” “We did! Thanks to you, really. I don’t think we’d have made it without you.” “So what are you doing back here?” Billy asked. “ ‘Course I’ve been expecting you.” “Expecting me?” “Sure, got a message you were coming.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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