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It hit him like a physical blow. Suddenly, the smell of sulfur vanished. It was replaced by the scent of fresh coffee and rain on hot asphalt. He felt the sun on his face—a gentle, warm sun, not the punishing fire of Hell. He heard a giggle. He looked down and saw a small hand holding his finger. He felt the weight of a child on his shoulders.

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