You lie, not quite dead anymore in your crypt, on the uncomfortable stone slab. At least it should be uncomfortable. You feel nothing except the rattling of your exposed bones against the mostly hollow armor you were laid to rest in. The gentle caress of black cloth singles now, even without skin or muscle you are starting to feel things. You lean up, the stone, only now, becoming uncomfortable and hop of the slab. You begin to wonder what kind of magic or force beyond might have claimed your soul and crammed it back into a very unfit body.
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