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My first recollections were of endeavouring to see through a blood-red cloud that hid everything from my distorted vision.
The pains in my head and through my spine were excruciating, while my throat burned as though it had been skinned by molten lead poured down it. I tried to speak, but my tongue refused to move. I could articulate no sound.