Twelve 

     Ambriel spends some time negotiating with the angels just outside Sheol, telling them that she's going to take us to the barge. They look at us, scan the ID tattoos on our hands, look at me funny when they check mine. That gets to me. I've been told I'm not dead. So why am I here?
     They send us off, escorted by Ambriel.
     We walk in silence. Varying levels of uncomfortable wash through me about the cell. It all makes me feel wrong. Like I need a shower.
     By the time we're on the banks of the river I feel like I have my wits about me again. I turn to Ambriel.
     "Why are you helping us?" I say quietly. "And why am I even here? I'm not dead."...

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