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Day 1,400

Have you ever met someone whose personality just seems to soak up everybody else's until the room is nothing but their voice and their mannerisms? Some call it pack mentality and say it leaves when the proverbial group leader does, others claim it lingers about them for months on end.

Some say it never ends.

That you can wake up years from then and still hear their laughter in your head, still spread their mannerisms about like the common cold until everyone you know shares that same quirk of the mouth or tilt of the head.

Even death isn't the end for it.

Though there are very few recordings of it, the strongest memories make for the strongest ghosts. Those same people who absorb their surroundings do just the same when their life comes to an end. Sadly, for ghosts it is so much more literal.

A brutal murder easily outlives a peaceful sleep and these contagious people outlive them all.

Death isn't simply some walking dream where everyone you've ever known is carrying on their final moments like their hearts never stopped. Death is ten thousand people sharing everything but a face and if you aren't strong enough, you'll be just another face with their voice.

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