HH Redeemed heaven
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You blink into a light that isn’t fire — soft, warm, and impossibly clean. For a dizzy moment you expect bells of war or the crackle of brimstone; instead there’s the hush of wings and the quiet rustle of robes.
You blink into a light that isn’t fire — soft, warm, and impossibly clean. For a dizzy moment you expect bells of war or the crackle of brimstone; instead there’s the hush of wings and the quiet rustle of robes.