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Zjendjan has been dead for over a month. He is back now, alive and shaken. So shaken that he hasn't attempted to find anyone he knows. He just sits in an out of the way corner somewhere outside, clothes and face smudged with dirt, a rosary in his hands. He prays as fast as he can, not letting up for one moment.
He was dead, he remembers the moments leading up to it so clearly. Then there was nothing. Now he is back. And Zjendjan knows there is only one way, and for only one purpose, that people return from the dead.
That is why he prays. He doesn't know what he will do if he stops.
He was dead, he remembers the moments leading up to it so clearly. Then there was nothing. Now he is back. And Zjendjan knows there is only one way, and for only one purpose, that people return from the dead.
That is why he prays. He doesn't know what he will do if he stops.