Chapter 30
The man next to him bumped him hard, so he continued singing and downed the rest of his ale
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Sebastian wondered if it was possible to have died in the night and not realised it. It felt as though a carriage wheel was parked on his head, slowly squeezing his skull, and eventually his eyeballs would pop out, closely followed by his brain. He wondered if it might be possible to move it, but couldn’t open his eyes to find out, and in any case, his arms were seemingly frozen. He wondered if he just let go he would simply drift into nothingness, or if the fires of hell would somehow consume him and pitch him into Beelzebub’s parlour where demons would poke at him for all eternity.