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Spirit Weaver woke up dead. Quite an oxymoron, yes. One couldn’t just… wake up dead, could they? At least that wasn’t something that made sense to her. She’d read the phrase once in a novel and couldn’t stifle the laugh that came afterwards. And yet…. Here she was. She woke up. She was dead. This must have just been one of those out of body experiences that she’d heard about.
She was some ways above the ground, the forest floor damp below her. In the brush was where she lay. She could hardly...
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