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Not nothing, but it was
no thing I can remember.
Sometimes I s
or hear or
just f
l something that wi
reca the wisps of a memory.
But it’s a memory that, even
if I could reca it, I doubt
I could comprehend it.
But after I know not how long
something pu ed me back.
Something I wi
never forget.
A voice.

Lazarus!

Come
out!

And a those
things that
had faded
away returned.

I felt something covering
my face, suocating me.
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