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"You must be careful, young man. I sense a sinister energy surrounding you. There's something from beyond this world clinging to you, and it could attach itself if you don't act quickly."
Till waves her off with a sigh. "That's just my husband," he replies wearily.
The soul of Till's fiancé returns from the grave to keep him company. Numb from the inside out, it's a mad experience all throughout for Till.
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Till runs a hand through his hair again, harsher this time. “Can you focus? Have you done anything lately? Did you piss someone off? Did you—did you get cursed?!”
“Curses aren’t real, Till.”
The shade of green on Till’s face grows more prominent. “You are breaking into one million pieces. Don’t fucking tell me that curses aren’t real.”
(Ivan starts to fall apart. Literally. There's a piece of his ear on the floor.)
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“I just— Urak— oh god, fuck— I-I—” Till rambles, frantic, frustrated tears welling up at his inability to just form a fucking sentence.
“Slow down,” Ivan interrupts quickly, and then he falls silent. For a few agonisingly long seconds, he wonders if Ivan hung up on him. He lets out a muffled sob at the thought.
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or, till makes a mess. ivan helps clean it up.