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Gus fell to the ground, feeling that he had fallen from heaven to hell.
His brain was in a mess. His consciousness seemed to be drifting in a giant black swirl. Everything was spinning, spinning, until his head was fuzzy. Everything that had happened and every word that had been spoken turned into dancing butterflies and scraps of kaleidoscope.
"Ah!"
He shouted and sat up on the bed. He discovered that his body was covered in bandages, and the bandages were sticky with cold sweat. It was extremely uncomfortable.
Gus blinked and looked around in a daze.
It was a small, shabby room. The air was filled with the fragrance of herbs. There was a small stove in the corner of the room, which was cooking something with a weird smell.
His sister Grey was curled up next to the stove. She looked exhausted, but she had fallen asleep accidentally.
In her arms, she was still holding the ball of steam where the devil was lurking.
"I…"