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Chapter 45 : Mists of the Dead

Poppy’s POV

An ethereal glow all around me. I didn’t know where I was, but it had to be a field of neverending peace. A soothing mist coiled around my soul as I traversed with other souls. Moving around them like we were koi fish trapped in a neverending dance.

But I felt happy.

All the worries of the past were gone. Who was I? What was I?

I couldn’t remember. My memories had been washed clean. All I knew was that I was dead and this was the ...

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