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She opened a pack and spread food and drink before me.
As I filled my bloated belly she outlined a sly conspiracy.
She would see to my needs, and I would play the part of
her zombie, raising her standing within the community of
voodoo sorcerers. She smuggeled me off the island in her
skiff the same night.
The ruse works perfectly. Sorcerers from all corners of
Hispaniola visit us, bearing gifts as payment so that they
might see one of the walking dead different than any of
them can create with their powdered blowfish. They believe
that I am of a species that they are all supposed to be able
to create, and they hope to cajole the formula from my
benefactor. Her standing is now that of the queen of the
sorcerers. Her reputation has even reached the Light People,
who now trade only with her.
Most interesting folk, the Light People. They appear once or
twice a year on foggy nights, walking in from the beach.
Their apparel shines with a green light, as if they were
glowworms. They are most generous with gold bars, which
they trade for plants and their essences. With all the gifts
we receive, and with the gold we get from the Light People,
we live in utmost comfort."
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