The aging prophet Devora bolts awake in terror, gasping for air. In her dream she heard her mother's shrieks as the ravenous dead pulled her from the tent. Devora had been only a girl then, crying as she listened to her mother's screams and the tearing of her flesh. And in the morning, when her mother rose - undead and hungering - Devora slew her.
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