The Fall of JAMES CORNET
A work only slightly in progress...
WHEN HE AWOKE for the second time, his nose burnt from the stenches in the air, reeking and curdling with odors he had never before smelled. The walls that formed the room were like melted snow and trees, brown and a pale white; blindingly dense lights encased in invisible orbs hung from the top and sides of the room, some neatly nestled within globes of blown-glass and others simply stuck to the ends of metal rods with a rigid sheet pulled over them, pushing the light of the orbs down and outward.
WHEN HE AWOKE for the second time, his nose burnt from the stenches in the air, reeking and curdling with odors he had never before smelled. The walls that formed the room were like melted snow and trees, brown and a pale white; blindingly dense lights encased in invisible orbs hung from the top and sides of the room, some neatly nestled within globes of blown-glass and others simply stuck to the ends of metal rods with a rigid sheet pulled over them, pushing the light of the orbs down and outward.
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