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Part One: Biste (incomplete)
Drip. Drip. Drip. A dead man hung upside down from the branch of a tree. Drip. Drip. Drip. He listened to the rhythmic splashing of liquid meeting liquid with the force of gravity. Drip. Drip. Drip. When he forgot that it was his own body being drained of blood, he found the rhythmic sound comforting. Drip. Drip. Drip. It was the beat of a lullaby, singing him to sleep. Drip. Drip. Drip.
Another sound disturbed the lullaby. Unlike the dripping, it was irregular, jarring. ‘I’m trying to listen to the song!’ he called out, but the intruder couldn’t hear the voice of the dead.
Thud.
Then the man remembered pain again. The lacerations on his skin stung. His head pounded, and breath was forced into his lungs. The intruder had brought him back to life.
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