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It was different this time. Different from when I tried to save Halli.
When I threw myself in front of that avalanche, I ended up in some kind of holding pattern. In some strange, formless, timeless mush that held me in between my former life and this one. I couldn’t have said whether I was dead or alive or being reborn. I just was. And also wasn’t, at the same time.
But now, I definitely was. I knew there was a me in here, and I wanted to save her and protect her and not let her slip away.
But I could feel myself losing the grip.
I know they were working hard, up there in the light, in the hard physical world where my body—and face it, it was my body now, I’d been in it long enough there wasn’t any use in pretending anymore—lay pale and limp on the bed. I knew Dr. Rios with all he
