The chopping block.

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The wood was cold,and wet.Wet with blood. The last thing I saw was darkness.

But wait, no, I could still see everything, just everything was blurry and had a white glow on everything.

I was a ghost.

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Thank you for reading this! I hope you enjoyed it! 

Tell me if you would like me to write the sequel where Ria finds out why she had to die.

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