17. Alive
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The door of the hall flew wide open and there she was, my mother, the one that was meant to have ceased to exist, she strode into the halls adorn in a dark cloak with the hood down, it had been years since I last saw her, I vividly remember when she breathed her last, I watched as her frail eyes closed and her wrinkled hand dropped losing life, she laid on my laps while I wept bitterly for her death, but here she was alive and young, just like when she had consumed my father essence, I wanted to run up to her and pull her into my body and tell her how much I have missed her, how much I struggled after she left me in this world, how much I prayed for her spirit and her happiness in the afterlife but I was the fool, she was here all this while, well and alive.
She walke
