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There is a particular kind of haunting that comes with watching someone linger between worlds. More than once we have believed this would be the end.

Shallow breathing, a body weak, frail, labouring. Those in attendance already beginning to mourn, gathered to farewell.

And yet somehow, against all expectation, he returns to us. Each time a little more diminished… but still here.

Each recovery feels almost supernatural. A small rebellion against the dark, and each time we find ourselves wondering the same thing in hushed voices and sleepless thoughts…

Will this be the last time he finds his way back?