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[toys_with]

[A letter written in curvy, elegant loops appears on the vine this afternoon. It bears no signature, but the handwriting and words are somewhat distinctive.]

For those of you who have experianced this place's more [there are ink droplets here, as though the writer paused while choosing her words.] unusual property, that of returning from death, I

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[volticcrush]

[A sharp, angular but refined handwriting responds.]

Like being ripped into a thousand pieces. Disappearing into the darkness. All last pieces of humanity snuffed out, like they were nothing.

Is that what you wanted to hear?

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[toys_with]

I wanted to confirm my suspicions, and this does help with that. My apologies if I've offended you.

[There's a pause and, against all tact, she writes:]

Would you mind answering if this occurred within the Gardens or not?

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[volticcrush]

Offended? Hardly. It's just not something I'd like to remember.

It didn't. I was dying, and then I woke up...here.

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[toys_with]

I can't blame you for feeling that way. It can't be pleasant to recall such things.

You are like the others, then, and arrived here while on Death's doorstep. That Queen seems to have a habit of bringing such people here.

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[volticcrush]

No, it isn't.

So she does. I can't really complain. Ending up here is worse than, well. It's somewhere. That's good enough.

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[toys_with]

I suppose you are right in that sense. Better to be here than wherever death may take us.