"How are you back, Rachel?" Cassandra asked me, "It's been almost five years since you...since you died." She looked at me curiously, I'm sure I returned her expression like a mirror image. Rachel. Was that my name? I'd been dead? I'd have thought this woman was crazy, but I truly knew nothing outside of this room, and outside of the water which I' ( Read more... )

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