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Into The Depths Of Hell

January 4, 2020 by Jack Steiner

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The boy shares a story with me and then wanders back into his cave.

It is dark inside and there are no torches nor candles that can be used to light a path but I press on, calling out to him.

He doesn’t answer so I start talking and tell him I know he is listening.

The darkness is blacker than night and I am consistently shocked by how it seems to eat stars and anything that might shine.

“I will go into the depths of hell and I will find you.”

“Stay out, you can’t do anything.”

He is right about some of it, I can’t do nearly enough but he forgets who he is talking to.

Once upon a time I was his hero but that is not why I am doing this. It is only significant to me because if I can get him to remember that time and believe I can pull him back out.

Or so I have convinced myself though I really don’t know if it is true. But I don’t know how to do anything other than try and so I push ahead.

Into the depths of hell, hoping I figure it out as I go.

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