Either way, even as a toddler in this next life, trying to make sense of all the unpleasant feelings, I knew I wasn’t long for this body.

That was the lifetime before I was born as Marcy.

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I awoke, my body protesting each move as I rolled over, groaning. The dream of my memory faded slowly from my mind. Every muscle felt stiff, the dull throbbing of my injuries less intense, but seeming to have invaded the surrounding flesh. My lower lip was like an engorged leech attached to my mouth, thro...

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