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“The soul isn’t energy,” said the necromancer as his intern assembled the contents of his instructor’s bag. “It’s kind of a story. You start as a blank slate. And then your senses kick in. You imprint on things. And as you do, a thread forms in your mind that puts those imprints together, and forms a core. Memories make new threads, and it all weaves together, forming…You.” The intern held a box, winding with magnetic tape, affixed to a hose, which the intern forced down the throat of the injured child, strapped to a dirty chair. “Now, what’s your story?”