Satchel’s eyes opened slowly. His head ached and his stomach felt sick. He tried to stand but found that he couldn’t. His legs and hands were bound, and his mouth and eyes had been covered. Then his sense of smell engaged as the stench of death and decay filled his nostrils. He struggled with all his might to free himself but to no avail.
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