The Dead Resurrected, Sort of

An hour earlier

Ainmire sat upright on the bed. His hands trembled as he reached out to touch the apparition in front of him. She was a ghost. She had to be a ghost. Maybe he was still dreaming. As his hand met her wrist, he felt flesh. She was real. He was awake and she was real.

“Branna?” The...

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