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Libby hadnapos;t had a cup of coffee in over two months, so when she took her first sip, she let out a long sigh. Rubbing the back of her neck, she relaxed in her seat and looked out at the village. It was still early-ish, so people were just getting around. Sheapos;d found the hotel after being released from the hospital (with no apparent injuries), and then decided to wander.

This was a strange place, if she was dead, and some of the other people were dead (but not everyone), what exactly was it? Some kind of alternate reality? It was too much to try and figure out. Especially before her second cup of coffee.

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