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Vivien Carpenter was stabbed on a warm summer’s evening.  Her funeral was held, her parents cried, her friend mourned.

Then she woke up.

When the world doesn’t make sense any more, when no-one remembers who you are, what do you do?

CURRENTLY ON HIATUS DUE TO SCHEDULING

Prologue

Part One

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