

Time's AbsenceIt was time. My death had come to an end, and it was finally my turn to be reborn. I stood at the massive marble door, barely registering the crowd gathered behind me. It had been some time since one of us had been given this chance. Quite some time, actually. Most of the new arrivals here in Absence doubted that anyone could truly leave. Truth be told, sometimes I doubted it myself. 215 long years could do that to a spirit. I wondered where or who I’d be sent to be. I chanced one look over my shoulder. The militants of the Cathedral were slowlyTime's Absence
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