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As fast as I had appeared at the border, I was gone. Back in the world of the living. Only I was dead. I spotted Swantail carrying my broken body to camp. I never knew that there was a way to the bottom. Beside her, Branchpaw hung his head, horrified and grieving. The other apprentices bounced and played up ahead.

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