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Death’s Door   There was that song again, it tapped at my temples with its drowsy tone. Where had I heard it before? I couldn’t remember, I was stuck somewhere between dreaming and reality. On the edge of waking but still holding the hand of a dream. My eyelashes flutter against my face as I try to open my eyes, their lids heavier than normal. I wanted to sleep a little longer, but the blasted song would not stop playing. Dancing in my ears and forcing me to wake before I