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Rick's cold body lay limp on the gurney when Charles received the excited call from his fiancée Candy about their impending wedding.
As he celebrated, the supposed corpse rejoined with a violent groan.
-Wow? This doesn't happen every day, -exclaimed Charles, stunned.
Rick's eyes reflected an icy emptiness.
-I want water, -he rasped hoarsely.
After drinking, the man told of having returned from hell itself thanks to a demonic pact. Whoever shook his hand would exchange places with him.
Charles didn't have time to process those words when he had already shaken Rick's cold hand.
A shiver ran down his spine as he felt his life force drain away.
In a matter of days, Charles was slowly wasting away as Rick brimmed with rapturous vitality.
Charles' pale skin and hair loss were unmistakable signs of his doomed soul.
The devastated Candy confronted Rick, who confessed to the perverse deal.
Looking her own son in the eye, she repented and broke the spell just in time for the wedding.
A miracle had saved two souls that day. Rick left in peace, offering his life in exchange for the happiness of the newly united couple.
