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He was dead.
He wasn’t dead.
He was dead.
He wasn’t dead.
Henry looked down at his hands, his once lavender eyes now glowing red from the dark magic that had brought him back from death. His skin was more gray than its normal pale hue. Confusion was clear on his face. He shouldn’t be alive.
Memories of his death returned to him, the cries of his friends behind him as he jumped in the way of an attack to save them.
He couldn’t remember who they were.
Henry looked at the person in front of him, his memory failing him once more. Who was this?








