Raven POV A woman stands in front of me, peering closely into my eyes. I give a cry of alarm and manage to jump backwards, landing on air? There’s still nothing below my feet, and it’s still dark. The woman is like a beacon of light, her hair almost white as it cascaded down her shoulders and to the tip of her ankles. Her eyes were blue, bright, and sparkling. She wore a white dress, like the Greek goddesses wore in picture books, off the shoulder and flowing loosely down her legs. She was beautiful. Even her skin was like a creamy honey colour. She looked ethereal, like some sort of fairy or part of a dream.“Poor child,” her voice is sad, her expression turning morose. “You’ve suffered a lot, haven’t you.”“Who are you? Am I dead?” I ask, confused.Her laughter fills the air. It’s like music, sweet and soothing. She shakes her head. “No, dear, this is the in between. The space between life and death. Where decisions are made and where time stands still.”“I’m not dead yet,” my voic
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