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"Grim, where are we?"

The ground was cold, coated thickly with dead grass, practically burned to a crisp. The trees around him were all dead, yet on them grew leaves just as dark as their bark.

". . Dear child, where we are is not a safe place."

"Where are we?" Ally questioned, looking around blindly.

"Limbo."