The Resurrection of Self-Doubt

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The body lay buried for many years, sunk in a swamp of tears and anxiety. She didn’t know why she left the warmth and safety of her present to find the remains of the buried past, yet here she was. As she crouched down in the damp sadness of the woods and nervously reached out to the fetid water, she saw the glow of wicked familiarity intensify as the past reached out for her as well.

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