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Dean took in his surroundings: a huge, dark palace reached out for the black sky; ruby-like blood spurted by an elaborated fountain; on the floor laid several torture devices that had seen better times. Dean studied them with great attention and then strode calmly towards the palace.

He silently contemplated its skeletal, twisted form and then nodded, satisfied.

"So... I'm back..." he murmured.

There was no mistake: that was definitely Hell.

Dean closed his eyes quietly. There was a cry.


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