Page 92 of Weave Them And Reap

New world, new life, new me.

New me,indeed. That includes a new body, apparently, along with the new consciousness setting up shop right alongside mine.

Or am I the one that’s the infiltrator? This isn’t my body, after all.

Somehow, I know Andrew is to blame. He’s twisting the strands of fate so that I can never forget him, never truly escape him. I might have got out of the basement, but now I find myself in a whole other cage.

Trapped inside the body of a bear.

What a fan-bloody-tastic twist of fate that is.

The bear and I agree on one thing at least: we can’t go any further into the stinky village. It’s too much, we can’t cope with it.

So we turn on our heels and lumber off back into the forest.

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