It's existence conflicts with the very nature of life.
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The river of pain it is. I probalbely should menting that we have been hovering about half way between the scorched continant and the vaulted roof of Hell, so that gives you about a 35-40 mile drop. Also like all the rivers of Hell, the swift current of Archeron flows into the burning sulfer lake. *lets go of your neck*
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